I saw rainbows that danced through the tears that we cried and we laughed then
at the colours because something inside us was pushing us on,

there will be the Sun
there will also be rain.

Inside salvage city
someone saves me
to be
cut out and put out
to grass,

I become de facto the pensioner
with no leg to stand on,
but I have a shoulder to lean on
and she pushes me on.

Life on the scrap heap.

like sheep we are sheared,
bleating,
beating ourselves up when
we should beat them or be them

then we see rainbows
and dance in the sparkle
it all comes full circle
being
complete.