Today we went to the Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology, hoping to see (among other things) some artefacts we'd read about which were dug up from a Celtic burial site just around the corner from the place we are living at the moment. We didn't find them (I don't think they're currently on display - but it's possible we just missed them!), but we found a whole lot of other treasures, including this Roman skeleton excavated from the Cambridge area in the 1950s.
It was the same skeleton that Sylvia Plath saw in the museum when she was a student here, and which inspired the poem, All the Dead Dears.
It's a haunting depiction of the "barnacle dead" and how they "grip us through thin and thick." Here's the ending:
Any touch, taste, tang's
Fit for those outlaws to ride home on,
And to sanctuary: usurping the armchair
And tack of the clock, until we go,
Each skulled-and-crossboned Gulliver
Riddled with ghosts, to lie
Deadlocked with them, taking roots as cradles rock.
After my own graveyard discoveries the other day, I found it especially poignant!