ENCASED IN IVORY
I am greeted by so many sights,
things strange and new to me : that
warrantless tusk, an elephant in
distress, blue water running down
the face of some African rock. This
gentle fellow, holding stolen jewels
in his outlaw hands, smiles, gleaming,
as he anticipates the moments ahead.
-
We hold such wild greenery as sacred
and rare - moss on rocks, thick and
varied growth overhanging every path and
trail. Somewhere behind us, the unknown
sound of a monkey or cat : a banging in the
sky, the gleeful cackle of another natural
force. Isn't that the seeming sense we've
striven for these decades on? If so, we've made
it work now, for both ourselves and all of 'them'.
-
An African river hunt with the spoils
of the sport going for naught.
A hollowed-out bark, skimming
swiftly, watches with the eyes of
those within it, every move I make.
I am greeted by so many sights,
things strange and new to me : that
warrantless tusk, an elephant in
distress, blue water running down
the face of some African rock. This
gentle fellow, holding stolen jewels
in his outlaw hands, smiles, gleaming,
as he anticipates the moments ahead.
-
We hold such wild greenery as sacred
and rare - moss on rocks, thick and
varied growth overhanging every path and
trail. Somewhere behind us, the unknown
sound of a monkey or cat : a banging in the
sky, the gleeful cackle of another natural
force. Isn't that the seeming sense we've
striven for these decades on? If so, we've made
it work now, for both ourselves and all of 'them'.
-
An African river hunt with the spoils
of the sport going for naught.
A hollowed-out bark, skimming
swiftly, watches with the eyes of
those within it, every move I make.
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