Archaeological Dig

I spend my time
Carbon dating skeletons
And uncovering relics
Unearthing bones
Bleached by age
Exhibiting contempt
For ancient graves
There may be something
Sacred beneath my feet
A ruined church,
A crumbling castle
But I have no regard for that

A Viking queen
She breathed her last
On this very spot
And was interred
Along with the bones
Of Pagan devotees
Banished before death
The bountiful land
It yields a harvest
That will form a part
Of a chronicle that lingers on
In the minds of the ancestors