In The Silence of The Spirits
They burnt tons of tusks
But the felled beasts
Remained silent still
In the spirit realm
Watching the fire slowly
Consume pieces of themselves
Waiting quietly
In that realm
Where their glorious trumping
Is not perceptible to the living
Waiting patiently
For their brothers, sisters
Sons, daughters and
Pieces of themselves
To join them
In the silence of the spirits
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