I would take the sound

of Bess’s bark at the tractor in the nearby fields,

the purr of a newborn cat

and the whine of a panting puppy.

I would take the touch

of the glistening water in the swimming pool of a bee,

fire in an aluminium prison

and a vase of floating lava.

I would take the taste of a Big Mac on Antartica,

a melon made out of dogs

and a blade of wood.

I would take the smell

of elderberries in the wild,

painted plastic pizza melting in a mouth of matches

and a silly salmon with salmonella.

I would take the sight

of an erupting volcano spewing out ice,

an evil dentist torturing the patient

and a blob of ink.