The Walk

Walking through the city, I saw all sorts of things:
A car that wasn’t burning
Houses, not yet collapsed
People, who weren’t fighting
A sky, from which no rain fell

No panthers lurking in the trees
The Coliseum, vanished without a trace
A parade of elephants walking elsewhere
Shaking their large grey behinds
With a bushy tail

Then my feet touched no silver gutters
And the ants were denying everything
Fleets of ghost ships floated through the canals
In perfect random order.

All sorts of things I saw:
Boats unsunk
Lights unlit
Tram rails unrusted
Windows unbroken
Pavement unworn
Heads not laughing
And many things more.