of dead men and elephants
tags: elephants; death; marguerite poland; shades
down down
in the deepest of
hollows
lies a figure
poland’s crispin
could see
in ground-clouds
a leather elephant
that takes leave
of its descendants
and leathery men
whose quiet goodbyes
signal passing
the body
d
r
o t
p
shoulder first s
then elbow u
into the d
spine
buttocks
levering legs
follow
curl
and furl
into the dust-burrow
of dead men
and elephants
in all (fair)ness
tags: africa; lady justice; poetry; decay; resilience
where fumy paint adorns
freshly acknowledged shells
trending on twitter
loving the glitter
(until the next big thing)
but lady justice is
waiting
for more rape
more village-pillage
of already-ruins
or to age gracefully
on slow-to-die walls
to be loved in lenses
and/or
words
to say:
here lies lady justice
amongst wire
stones and
city-shit
to be looked upon
(like danté retching out words)
on his blindness
in her blindness
in all (fair)ness
(struck by this lady-on-a-wall in the heart of cape town and decided to get lost so we’d have to drive down the same road again.)
trop de bruit
tags: too much noise; the world is too much with us; French
(don’t ask. i don’t know.)
i can never
quite fathom
why the french
must say
“too much of noise”
as if the voluminous echoes
from radio and street
are a cake
to halve
quarter
slice up to share
as if ambulance
honking
shouting
and bonking
were hallowed slices
of black-forest gateau
of sponge
of chocolate
and sugary snow