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