melt the bear

Castellated gallery of white, iron-cast pavilions – one atop another,
shine bright on a Scottish spring afternoon.

Clocks, rockets, asteroids, mummies and totem poles;
fish circle the children, pennies circle the pool.

Whale bones suspended disbelieving – no dinosaur stolen here!

Buttons to press; costumes to dress, and the Antonine Guard recruits a boy!

The polar bear silent and sad. So sad.

 

 

 

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