by Darryl Price
“Every word was once an animal.”--Emerson
This circle has been
Broken. The mother has
Disappeared inside the wounds
Of gunfire like an
Eye drop. Who knows if
Any of them left, crunched
Down, whole into the graveyard's
Sacred cusp after that forced
Crawl? If teeth were
Yanked out while they
Were still crying for
Mercy from the poachers?
What makes for a bit
Of elephant luck in the
World today? A mud bath
Or a hard swing of
Trunk into the face
Of a dental hunter?
They are related to
Us through stardust and
Just plain dust. Their children's
Eyes want the same answers
Our own ask. Are we
Loved and can we love?
Or is that too
Much? A passionate life
Filled with passionate kisses,
And hugs from friends?
Without her they must learn
To reinvent the world once
More. There is no time.
The circle's wobbly at best.
It will take years
To find the wisdom
To understand their heart's
Secret language again. She
Used to sing it to them.
It sounded so right. But
Now something's breaking for both
Of us, Dear Ones.
(Show me the way
you Angels of words
please I pray to
speak and be heard.)
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Animals need our help. There are monster human beings in the world who will do anything for money. These animals are so dangerous to the rest of the animals on the planet. We have got to stop them before they ruin our world for good and there is no turning back to the good old days. Never stop caring. Never stop showing that you care.
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Heartbreaking. *
"Show me the way / you Angels of words / please I pray to / speak and be heard"
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wonderful!
emerson!
I'm biased and blinded by my love of elephants, but this: "Their children's
Eyes want the same answers
Our own ask." ***
Amazing.