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.