The Elephant
I lie here, naked and exposed, splayed out upon
an open plain, under the hot, African sun, still as stone
slowly decomposing. My life fluids have drained away.
I am a massive hulk of dried out skin and bones
my large trunk lies flaccid at my side, my great
ears are rotting at the edges. I smell of putrid waste.
Do I detect a presence in my midst? Do I hear a sudden
gasp? A muffled cry? Are your eyes widening, pupils
dilating in horror?
Do come and see my wretched state. For I was hunted for
pleasure, for mere sport, discarded like a worthless penny
shot down for the hell of it.
Why is man so careless? So callous? For we beasts are at
your mercy. You mourn for me today, but will you care
tomorrow?
I lie here, naked and exposed, splayed out upon
an open grave.
Written on 4/8/2016
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