ira writes

i keep i keep i keep

the elephants have migrated
they no longer look upon us with shame
their space has been occupied
by the corpse of the horse

we celebrate rump and shoulder
what beautiful legs
they would make a great end table
we celebrate glossy eyeballs
let’s turn them into doorknobs
make these hooves into coasters for our coffees

columbia and cuba mask the smell

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