- Vol. 09
- Chapter 12
HOLDING THE TELL
Tower-toppling plastics and ceramic, all
shiny, happy, clever antics, mixed matter
all around the world; beings captured in
love spill their multitude – recognition.
Fantasy-people have status if not feelings.
They’re falling too, will remain a century
at least longer than our bones, still smiling,
frozen in directives with options of fictions
far away on speculative beaches, washed-up
heroes from long forgotten history. Bright
old things with secret knowledge, faded
in parts; only the unearthed would blaze
in original splendour, catching the finder
spluttering delight at astonishing treasure.
Adoption, declaration of care in community
and fame opening revels again, as relics.