Created and taken on mass by the world
Seen and dismissed
Seen and devoured
 
Yet

Taken so gently in your hand
 

Looked at and treasured
Held, piece by tiny, little piece
Held, so preciously, so gently
With your tender hand
Nurtured with a thought
With those wise fingers
As you humbly walk
 
Your mind drifts on a journey beyond this life
Your steps carry a journey beyond this strand
 
You continue to hold it so precious in your hand
As man devours you
Dismissed by the masses of the land

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I wrote this piece whilst at Dunkirk refugee camp, volunteering for a month. I chatted and shared chocolate with a true, gentle, kind man and feel honoured to have been in his company. Chocolate has a new preciousness to me.