The green dress of the young girl drowned
embers emeralds across the
breeze thru her deckchair hair,
we surfed the silence of an empty desk
on first day back at school
The vision lingers,
deity of seaside souvenirs
drag me to my knees.
What price home when
memory furniture blocks doors?
Ambulance drove slowly like
an ice cream van carrying mourners
to their own wake
A green dress
on edge of death discotheque
dances amongst mirror balls
drops into her reflection and sings
“why did you all never save me?”







