Long after the last mammoth in Britain
succumbed to flint head spears and crappy luck,
they say that Claudius’s elephant

sent natives and their horses fleeing back
to contemplate the scale of their defeat
under the dung caked rooves of twiggy shacks.

Though the next time the islanders caught sight
of behemoth itself was on the trudge
to London from its naval landing site,

a gift to soothe the ever faithful grudge
between Louis and Henry the somethingth.
The Tower’s bestiary records vouch

the bull enjoyed a drink and lost its life
from one too many trunkfuls of red wine.
Today the only pachyderm that’s left

to catch the punter’s eye in London town
holds a one-turret castle on its back,
a fiberglass interpretation

from tall takes of its strength, medieval talk
that passed into the city’s heraldry.
Behind it, empty rows of tower blocks

are marked for demolition, making way
for the first phase of regeneration,
the young professionals will come to play,

no way can Nelly halt this next invasion.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jan 13, 2012 @ 01:03:06

    Not the Elephant and castle…they are pulling it down?
    What git decided to paint it pink.


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