Blue, veined with green,
this is the colour of loss.
A battered silver tea set
the gift of hundreds,
the new west sunk off the east.
I pocket a piece of bone
gnawed smooth by the hungry ocean.
We are all dogs
nosing amongst the rubble.
Blue, veined with green,
this is the colour of loss.
A battered silver tea set
the gift of hundreds,
the new west sunk off the east.
I pocket a piece of bone
gnawed smooth by the hungry ocean.
We are all dogs
nosing amongst the rubble.