Treasured Bones

When icy winds blast and cold air rushes past,

Clouds full of gloom and doom fill the skies with heavy rainfall.

Feeling drippy liquid slide down coats and necks, soggy socks, in soggy boots.

For hours and hours hopelessly staring into mounds of dirt,

Hoping for a glimpse of something interesting, something more tangible to hold than squelchy mud.

Down on their knees, the lack of focus, the lack of interest creeps inside the minds.

A sudden realisation of horror what the hell have they gotten themselves in?

What seems like many of gallons of hot caffeine goodness, with puzzled faces and heart dripping moments later,

A rarity hidden, buried below rubble, tyre rubber and decaying mess soon to be unearthed.

Peeling back the layers of history.

Piece by piece unravelling like the past’s piece of string.

Concave bone, broken into two.

Teeth resembling that of tiny stones crushing into fragments.

Its flesh dissolved many moons ago, replaced with its twiggy human frame tucked deep inside histories earth.

First glance it’s certain, just a commoner thrown violently into the abyss.

Closer magnified inspection shows a clear image emerging.

Not quite the unforgettable human sack previously mistaken for,

A king of kings, jewels gleam from the chest,

The broken skull shattered shows a royalty shaped crown buried,

A discovery of a mystery ruler,

The discovery of revenge,

A discovery of the century,

No fool should just ignore.

Those months scrapping nothingness,

Just dirt, rubble, and rubber,

Perhaps seems worth the pain coming face to face with this rare maniacal king pushed to his awaiting death.