Love me,
will you,
drape your arms around my chest.

Keep me warm
while I sleep,
dreaming of my children to the West.

Do not carve me out
with a desperate hand
or avaricious eye.

But if you must,
keep your voices down
so I can hear that their hearts are still beating.

© Copyright Persephone Vandegrift 2008

See also the North Stoke entry on East Kennet Long Barrow here - http://www.northstoke.blogspot.com/