Cracked white paint on a traffic pylon, parading as Queen Elizabeth’s cement filled pock marked face.
Black paint speckled with green mould and a leafless twig coiled around it, like a dead arm clinging to an iron bed-post.
A black shiny duck’s head with freckles of bottle green, like a snooker ball wearing my long-since buried hand-knitted school cardigan.
Green frazzled branches sprouting out of a once, hairless chest. Does this happen to the bodies of dead men buried in recyclable coffins?
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