A Litany for Survival
An elephant walked into my bedroom
reciting a litany for survival.
She spoke about her mother and sister
having died too many deaths
that were not their own.
About winter people
taking off their blood masks
and monuments for the children of war.
About hunger and blind feet
trying to find their way to the sun.
About a greedy black unicorn
captive in Australia.
About having two faces
and a simmering frying pan
ready to cook up her daughters.
She spoke about men with stone eyes
fucking in the hallway,
Said the hall was covered
with beggars she couldn’t step over.
Perhaps, she wasn't meant
to survive after all.