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 ...