What am I shouting?
I saw a photo of an elephant in a concrete cell
She was holding her own tail with her trunk
to close the circle of
a loop of loneliness,
standing, eyes closed
to the long sentence of her life.
I just would like to know. . .
I just would like to know!
How can the intelligence that created such a creature
stand by and watch it suffer so.
And then I realized,
That's all of us,
holding our tails in our trunks.
But were we not created to thunder
and love each other
as only elephants can,
crossing the great grasslands together
as a family?
And as we slumber,
to be painted silver by the moon?
So, is that it?
because . . . so many years of standing back
and watching things unravel
have taken a toll on me,
on my elephant nature.
And so I shout out
into the tornado,
but what I shout
even I don't