His arms were black and blue with ink. His skin covered with
words, numbers and pictures
it took some time to sink in - what it all meant.
Birds, fruit and mixtures of colour.
Nothing made sense to one so young. Did he lose
his tongue and had to find another way to
tell his story? I wonder
how much he spent on each hieroglyphic. Still,
everyone needs some glory.
MDC April 2020
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