Dusty pages, yellow
with lived lies
Mellow with conqueror's highs.
Eyes peer, age knighted,
Presbyopia for utopia
Of empire blighted.
Remembered tomes
dismembered
Return from tombs
to haunt and taunt.
Is the price too high
For your nostalgia?
Another's nausea?
Savour the flavour
Of book and curry,
Page turns,
You're back...
Passage to India
Burns.