Elegy For Elephants, By Sam Russell
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Elegy For Elephants, By Sam Russell

Back to back, wrinkled and withered,

we lay in the garden

as sleeping thoughts flittered.


Crumpled in grey, bathing in dirt,

we will take to the grave

all the lessons we learnt.


But for now, who can say?

Who could ever forget?

Not us, surely,

who have mastered intellect.


The mammoth of knowledge,

a titanic of our time,

the enigma stands solid,

serene and sublime.


Till we collapse and crumple,

from the weight or the shot,

our ivory sells for double,

more valuable than we thought.


Take caution, dear stranger,

for I cannot say it again,

all minds will crumple,

share your secrets while you can.