Tusk

I am on my way to lunch, walking downtown.

        I glance to my left

and there: twelve elephants on television screens

        behind windows on Lexington

spectral, faded, wild

        and methodical,

moving the same direction as me

        down the street.

I follow them—the landscape unending, ruthless,

        and on my way to lunch

the ground swells:

        look then look

beyond where you looked—

        a tusk.