Elephant Lament

Human hunters with spiffy new clothes Driving jeeps, yelling obscenities, Blowing their inflated egos up with puff Their guns are huge, angry, and mean. I run from them but I cannot get far. BAM! They murder me in front of my child. Who will take care of him now? I do not die quickly, so they knife me. Over and over; I feel their rage. They must hate elephants, I think. Not realizing all they want is my tusk. I see my young calf looking at me. He does not understand. I am a butterfly now, heading toward the rainbow bridge. I expect him to follow but they do not kill him right away. His ivory is not big enough yet. Soon I think.