Curry Night At The Elephant And Castle Poem by Alc Harris

India has never been further away
than Friday night
outside the Elephant and Castle
as the gorillas circle in their ritual dance
filled with false courage and poppadoms

had they beaten their chests in a frightful display
of superiority
camouflaged darts would have pierced the air
instead of the shrieks from pink flamingos
in high heels
and sequined hats
who
unsurprisingly
proved rich pickings for the patient hyenas
driving by in a convertable jag.