Two poems by Mark Granier
Elephant Place The elephant housed in a wooden shed on Essex Street. The elephant that belonged to a Mr Wilkins. The elephant that in the early hours of Friday 17th of June, 1681, went up, with its tiny house, in flames. The elephant that you could come and look at: something extraordinary, a walking boulder, its nose a tree, each little eye a … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Granier