His little trunk Gets a dunk In the water he plays in At dusk Ivory tusks Peeking through his gums His floppy right ear Can hear The bothersome fly buzzing around him He gives his head a shake The earth beneath will quake When he reaches his adult size Nothing will escape his eyes
People worship the day. Yoga students in acrobatic poses And melanin deficient bikini clad women Toasting their skin Like a steak on the grill
That is, before The Burn I can’t remember the last time we saw the moon It’s been five years And I’m going crazy I need to sleep I have not slept in years I can’t relax my body Because the brightness of the air Just beyond the thin skin Shielding my eyes My curtain Is constantly being singed Penetrated With the unapologetic liquid volcanic ire
How will I know I have died? There is no sunset No waves to crash upon the shore To mark the renewal And promise of a fresh start Suspended like grapes in jelllo
