Galana…part two

elephant.1I am elephant
© by Christine O’Brien

I am elephant
–wild–
tough of hide
wide of eyed
beneath my trunk
a semi-smile,
and knowing wise
retreating eyes
glazed in trauma.
Little body,
floppy ears,
these wide eyes have
cried their tears.
Take me back to my mama
remove from me all the trauma
of mama lost.

My shrieking cries
could topple trees
and echo louder
than a gaping mouth
collapsed on the forest floor.
Mama,
bloodied and beaten by men
who neither see nor care
–the fear implanted.–

It’s her tusks they want
though I don’t know why
my cries go inward
and I want to die.
I become a whimper,
a shiver,
and charge in circles
while they carve
my mama to free her tusks.

— who will feed me
teach me how an elephant behaves
show me how I’m naturally brave
that ours is a way of respect
and pride
that though my hide is tough,
my heart is not?

Elephant, noble and proud,
…and left to ourselves,
there is wisdom
How do we live free and safe?
Our mothers, their young?
–freedom to roam the forests
and forage?
–freedom to play
in an elephant way?
–to watch the sunrise, the sunset
with neither fear nor dread.
today I watch as my mama
lays dead.

Writing Prompt:
Creating art is an ACTION.  A strong feeling response  can be expressed through poetry, prose, painting and other art forms. Through this expression, we help ourselves by taking an appropriate action.  And, perhaps, we reach others by sharing our art or writing.

 

 

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