The Granton Requiem
The Zoo Museum Warehouse
On a working class estate
The Guard there knows me well enough
To smile raising the gate
A hundred thousand wooden cubes
Of hides and teeth and bones
Like the last shot in chapter one
Of Indiana Jones
A curious creature pickle
Requiem-like in formaldehyde
Suspended in it’s jar
I very nearly cried
Asymmetrically limbed
When production line created
Designed by mere whim
It was swiftly liquidated
Born in a clumsy body
Neither skilled in fight or flight
I left work for bed and cocoa
I thought about it through the night
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