Saturday, November 9, 2013

Trail Of Tears

The elephant powers lumber like giants
through the jungles to their graves.
They do not even look up one last time in defiance
but just trod onwards away from grain waves
and down into the ivory pits.

Same as the Eskimo, the Inuit.
They spend their days on the hunt
but later in the hut they get to it
and say hello to their lady's ____ .
And tomorrow is yet another day at the Ritz.

It is this inevitable-seeming cycle
of life that intrigues and stimulates me.
Differing patterns all over the world, maniacal
in their similarities, worthy in their will to just be.
They are apart from the boredoms and tedious bits.

Apart like jelly and peanut butter.

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mindbringer, 8 November 2013