Two poems by Robert Peake

    Letter to the Last Megafauna My friends, you wouldn’t like it here, moss squelching underfoot, lean drizzle tickling your rivulets, bare trees. We’d give you names like Babar, Dumbo, Topsy, then shackle your legs for safety (ours), parade you in a car for entertainment (ours). Everywhere we go (archaeology shows) the giants disappear – save you, the last of the mammoths, eyelid creased … Continue reading Two poems by Robert Peake

‘Koi Pond’ by Robert Peake

  Koi Pond in memoriam K.J. I went to pay a visit to the koi, to see what they thought of my life, and how I had been living it. Beneath the imperturbable surface, they mouthed the words, saying “bleb” and “bleb” and “bleb.” Some torpedoed, others swung a lazy fin, like an oarsman, turning a casual arc. Some lay like unexploded mines, chin up. … Continue reading ‘Koi Pond’ by Robert Peake