Foreign bodies.

If there were excuses they ran dry as the Salmon run ended 

With a child viewing the trail of destruction that lead 

From reading and disguising Saffron’s palms 

The averted fortune of burnt out American construction

rebrandeding currency as autos the corpses 

Made of foreign bodies life and love 

signs made Ontowards crosses 

the heart to bridges and guides of islands 

The ceasefires and desiste 

And so what if exposure is northern

Slang for blood and amber grist desires 

Free flowing in the parade

Of floats lost in television meaning 

Those numbers of comodities 

And commentary for a saintly show

With a name we utter in rolled 

toungues Sucking on whistling lollys.