Man Hollowed Out Wooden Leg to Smuggle Iguanas


I would have got away with it

but for the noise –

claws scratching at the wood,

those genteel coughing sounds

iguanas make.


“One moment, sir”

I knew then I was done for.

“If you could come this way.”


In my skivvies, standing on one leg,

I watched him spring the secret trapdoor –

out they tumbled – all my little darlings

skittering across the polished floor.

Tiny dinosaurs in Terminal Two.


It’s said that they escaped into the drains

and flourished there…



One day they will return, Godzilla like,

crunching Jumbo jets to junk

between their claws, reeking of jet juice

and a thousand rotting airline meals.