IT IS NOT YET AUGUST 8th IN ARUNDEL BUT IT SOON WILL BE

walking down
Tarrant Street
I meet and greet

Boxgrove Man
aka
**** heidelbergensis

flint axe in one hand
dead meat in the other
he barely grunts an hello

before Time
ossifies
about him

taking him once again
far far
beyond my reach

half a million years
fleets past
in a second

now I find myself
back in the Christmas
day of 1067

Robert de Montgomery
is busy
establishing Arundel castle

but now Time
always
in too much of a hurry

Time can't seem to
stand still
established a present now

where over £1 million
worth of historical artifacts
are busy being stolen

including
the rosary of Mary
Queen of Scots

chap in Eckington
gets nicked
for nicking them

oooops Time is off again
landing us in
our very own future

and well well
look who it is
again

Boxgrove Man
some ****** carcass
thrown casually over a shoulder

he grunts but
I can't make out
his accent

"What did he say?"
I ask my wife who
hears better than I do

"He says..." she says
"See you tonight
at the Victoria Institute!"

then he says
something garbled like
"Really like your poetry man!"

I hope that he
really does turn up
in Time