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Elephant Poem

The skin on

the oldest

elephant’s

ankle has

been opened

by shackles

it must wear

day and night.

 

After it

steps out of

the river,

elephant’s

powerful

trunk takes up

the heavy

chain, places

it across

its shoulders;

the keeper

needs only

click the lock.

 

My son was

there and saw

this, several

months ago.

He says it

makes him sad,

thinking of

domestic

elephants

away in

Sri Lanka.

 

This son sees

what loads of

care we, too,

are cumbered

with, as we

have been taught

and have learned

so to be.