Monday, 6 July 2015

The Animal Yard


The crowd like one coherent body,
shifting and jilting; its dimensions ever-changing,
a thousand melodies making anthem
for this animal.

I laced my fingers through the dense air
and looked not to the dispersing fumes
but the human reactions.

The effect was lost on me 
and a mystery to the creatures 
of the yard,
these friends of pretence. 



~ Party Poems

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