The Smallness of things
There are not many elephants left on the savanna
Near the houses graceful nature has made them
Smaller with tusks not bigger than an oxen`s horn
And can hide in the bushes or look like a tree if
People come near.
They are hunted by people who would like
To have an elephant`s head on the wall.
With so many humans being killed everywhere
Why should I care about elephants, it is just they
Are my friends and when leaning against a tree
That is an elephant’s flank there is a contact
Between us and an understanding that we are
Both a dying breed, like tigers and lions
Cute Vietnamese pigs and flying genii that will you
No harm, it is not it’s their fault having black wings
And screams as when a barrel bomb hits its target
With a start, I wake up and there is blood on the carpet.