Old honest mirror of rage in hollow darkness

Echoes, echoes of truth vibrating in unison,

Safe soft echoes

 

Ben Hur burst through the door

Of the high class restaurant in his

Chariot of obscurity

 

Covered in dust, some of the books died

In the silence during lockdown

The great book escape

 

Observe her hardened humanity.

Taxman swimming through the forgotten books,

Sand in his pockets.

 

Sharing creativity in so many different forms

We are all chrysalises turning into butterflies

 

The shadows housed the blank books read by the future dead

The last strip sings with small town remembrance

Nude model wanted in the mirror forever young.