was paved over the “good people”
& sure they are pissed

the branches of their lairs crowded
by highways that curve too close

their ring forts bulldozed
leaving sheep and crops to fate 

once cozy underground tunnels
out of plain sight

for 3000 years of safe keeping
now torn apart by tractors

like three-day-old bundt cakes
tossed aside by progress

& wouldn’t you know
“rare microclimates” started causing

sudden hailstorms sliding cars
off the blacktop & into the past