On rubble, mammals & standing suns
The morning revealed rubble, burnt books -
But on another building, artwork elephants.
I grow sunflowers in the city -
The city covered in soot.
They summon you through dirt dripped lines,
rust eyes imploring on stalks.
Like the trunks talking to each other
On the wall no-one stopped to look at
Before.
When others rage I want to make
replications of this earth
in the night
and wake to find more elephants.
LJ Ireton 2024
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