I AM A ZOO
I am a zoo, and all my untamed animals
roam free among the fountains and kiosks.
They paw and pad through the litter
left by the casual visitors. The big cats
are on the roofs of the café and administration block;
their tongues flick pinkly out of their lips.
Their eyes, shoulders, haunches, limbs
full of nothing but fierce purpose. They watch
with latent fury, waiting to rend and tear.
The stag stands looking haughtily over the heads
of the crowd. The monkey leaps and fawns,
searching visitors’ hands and pockets
for crumbs. He grins and chatters
angrily when refused, while the giraffe looks down
in bewilderment. All my bright birds shriek in scorn
at the lurid colours of visitors’ clothes,
their toys, lollipops, cameras.
At night, when the visitors have all gone,
my animals come back to me
with angry questions.