The Sightless at a medieval bazaar

The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly We know not what this is they echo in chorus; mouths voicelessly ajar at the gigantism Bellows emit endlessly; stomping, churning, A woolly mammoth perhaps…..Ice age Clouds of perplexity choking the cerebrum….. the sightless concur….it must be a powerful apparition, a deity Could it be that mythical monster; Loch Ness it ain’t, NHS perhaps A Druid dance up the hillside may help us nail the answer Ah…..we see it now….the answer flying in the wind… Not as you like it, but “ASDA”…a medieval bazaar!