
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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