Chocolate malts.

Prior to finding its place setting 

in greater meridian society 

there was period of time accepting 

a higher calling in Alzheimer’s 

afterward a pressure cooker moment 

portering chocolate malts in hospital 

The only Cold War that wraught world 

Record temperatures with the sun

We’re the thoughts and recollection 

that horse left town 

Dragging curdled imperial temples 

Towards the soap box rivers of 

Unarmed hill for tea and crosswords

With pagan roosts for barn owl 

Calling themselves Plantagenet cosine.