There is an elephant lying
flat out on the ground,
depressed, wasted.
His life is giving rides.
I know exactly how he feels,
that’s the crazy part.
Believe me,
some days I am lying in the dust,
my beautiful body
that was created to inhabit wide open spaces,
succumbing to the crush of gravity,
inert,
imprisoned by the scale
of what used to be my strength!
My skin, just as cracked and creviced
as my drought-stricken Mother. . .
For the rest of this new poem by GARY LINDORFF, resident poet at ThisCantBeHappening!, the uncompromised, collectively run, five-time Project Censored Award-winning online alternative news site, please go to: www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/3146 [1]