Random Steps of Elephants

I know not where a beetle goes, to destinations random? A blind alight, or stranger yet a path that is predestined? And armour-plated passes through the singing songbirds innards Triumphant on the other side of this warm dark world of gizzards With eggs deposited within a most unlikely borrowed womb, finds shelters from the the famine It is a triumph seldom told or seldom quite imagined. That safe from harm and safe as ants from random steps of elephants, this tomb becomes a womb