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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