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Elephant in The House

Why are we more timid to talk of the elephants

than to be pierced by their ivory spear?

We tiptoed around imagined exiles

while being trampled under literal fear.

Silence opened the door to the pottery house

clearing space for bulls trumpeted calls.

They’re sucking clean air out of the room

As progress shatters in bulldozed halls.

Talk of the elephants. Talk of the pain.

We have a world to lose, but a whole love to gain.


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