All entries for Friday 10 October 2008
October 10, 2008
Though scented only
once, you couldn’t mistake that
shit-tannery odour, its engulfing,
wet cloy. Inhale.
I reach the place where they were hosed down. Sustained African jets
through the arrowed cast-iron railings;
tramping feet, one grinful
eye. The trailing,
dawn street tastes of elephant.