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        There laid the empty gray trunk;

        never to hold a thing again.

        There in the blood-wet soil,

        a sadden decaying lump.

        Dead and no longer in life’s pain;    

        lifeless—no longer in earthly toil.

 

        Gone are the rumbling fun echoes

        and self-gushing joyous showers;

        Leaving only keloid ivory memories

        to be as tombstone flowers.

 

        Thus is the sad eerie fate

        of a great regal elephant;

        A victim of greed’s sake—

        and man’s pleasure hunt.

        Ironically–in schoolyard-like graves–

in the brightness of ivory sunshine days,

Our children–like joyful trumpeting elephants–

have become victims of man’s ongoing pleasure hunt:- 

 

Of Abandoned Trunks and the Children

Abandoned Trunks And The Children  
		There laid the empty gray trunk;
		never to hold a thing again.
		There in the blood-wet soil,
		a sadden decaying lump.
                          Dead and no longer in life’s pain;	
		lifeless—no longer in earthly toil.

		Gone are the rumbing fun echoes
		and self gushing joyous showers;
		Leaving only keloid ivory memories
		to be as tombstone flowers.

		Thus is the sad eerie fate
		of a great regal elephant;
		A victim of greed’s sake—
		and man’s pleasure hunt.
		
Ironically–in schoolyard-like graves–
in the brightness of ivory sunshine days,
Our children–like joyful trumpeting elephants–
have become victims man’s ongoing pleasure hunt:-

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