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.
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