bejewell the dying elephant

Written by: Anthony Slausen

i bejewell dying elephants,
scrape the mire from tired pillar feet
wash away the gray
reveal the soul satin pink...again
i rub their tired tusks
scrub away the stained grooves
shade great wild eyes 
from scavenger sun

i have no use for the strong at its peak
or haughty in its prime,
it's tiresome sparring with Mr. Jones
because he has more time than i
to kiss the hedges and keep his trim in line

yes, i'm a good down friend
but those days are at an end
because down 
can only bring you down
or at best break even
and i need to get up
before somebody shades my eyes from death... 
i bejewell dying elephants