I expect nothing less
in a world where Donald Trump
can somehow become number 1,
than to see my festive only Toblerone
become a stranger to me,
the weird spacing now employed
now means I cannot look upon it
as if staring down the Valley of the Kings,
the heat haze and the curse,
an adventure in Christmas chocolate;
instead it is now the echo
of a drizzly Stockport day, menace
in the Lancashire mists and rain,
where is the adventure, the romance
of almost taking out the roof
of your mouth as you bite through
Tutankhamen’s resting place
only to find a length of the Nile
in between.
Ian D. Hall 2016