How we lived before and after the death of the Pedalternorotandomovens Centroculatus Articulosus

Governable, we kept ourselves amused.
Net and cable whited out, boyfriends grounded,
we named ourselves the guardians of our block.
Curl-ups stubbed their parrot beaks on concrete stairs,
rolled their armored bodies down our flights
in reckless stunts, cascading from another realm.
    Surprised to see one die,
curling like a pangolin, uncurling like a Swiss roll,
six human feet splayed, blue-organed belly up,
we marked the place it lay,
    and then they came no more.
Years on, our chalks draw round each fallen beast,
whatever shape it is, however craftily
it slipped the gauze of gross imagination.