At the Zoo

I saw Mother, captive gorilla

in the humid luminescence

of the pit at the zoo.

Some sort of fight was going on.

She was cowering under
a chlorinated
 waterfall, red-eyed.

Punks among us on the public

concourse taunted Father.

He rampaged round

the jungle of house plants,

prehensile feet slipping on
patio slabs, slamming 

 the steel door.


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