Freighting to the Circus
Elephants trumpeting from a boxcar,
echoes ricocheting off vinyl siding & warehouse
walls. Never such a blaring before in the bedraggled
walls. Never such a blaring before in the bedraggled
factory town. The sounds, eerie & regal,
still stuck inside my muscles like residue
of tree sap. Their trumpeting loosens
an unsolved puzzle inside me & even when
I move to suburbia I still hear their high-pitched,
an unsolved puzzle inside me & even when
I move to suburbia I still hear their high-pitched,
messages from the borderlands. They cry
from leg chains, from cold bullwhips.
Elephants, can you forgive us
for taking so long to hear you?
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your poem amplifies their bellowing and our deafness
A powerful setup to an even more powerful climax!
Yessss…”Elephants, can you forgive us
for taking so long to hear you?”
I feel it. Powerful poem
Wonderful poem!
Those poor elephants…
I have been known to cry at zoos, so this cracked the heart of me!
stuck inside my muscles like residue of treesap!
loosens an unsolved puzzle inside me!
I am curious about the unsolved puzzle …
It made me think of Bruceton and Hollow Rock.
And then I remember we went to find the swimming pool at thw Blue Dip but they had filled it with concrete and the bank was a single wide. I wonder if the elephants the small.towns.
Watching documentaries about elephants breaks my heart, gentle, mystical creatures. Thanks for writing about the tragedy.