they had parents one-antiquarians
dusty books and elder tales
shared with a child on each knee
now they are text/flash fiction
sound and fury
around them,seashells gather
as fish within a wreck
alluding to TITANIC
coracle oracles
rocking waves
flash mobs
splashed agents
signed contracts
book deals
anorexic truths
slim volumes
cut lions
YOU ARE HERE!
sign in a Mall
but you are not.
another age
reminescences
when words were...
now we talk
of Golden Ages
aluminium spy satellites
critics praise the baby
orphans cry for loss
there is no art in innocence
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