Milk chillers spree.

They make milk chillers in cereal eating country’s

Brown suitcases packed tighter than him in her jeans

For vegetarian Seasiders they even stock liquid feed 

And places to hide amongst almonds 

grown on grafted trees.
Tea box photographs of mount Olympus 

hosts now talking boxes of ghostly rings 

Games of dry ice storage near the civilisations edge

Old school ties and deals thought long dead 

And trees hosting games of hide and seek.
Once Thought hidden beneath a sink hole

Jump starting rocket arguments that are resurrected  

The dehydrated strands sending solemn stares 

Itchy Knitters pulled from casts plunging

Tridents sprays across rainbow Chalk boards 

Of guess the word.
D I G N I T Y  NEVER  LOST  IN  SILENCE