His little trunk

Gets a dunk

In the water he plays in

At dusk

Ivory tusks

Peeking through his gums

His floppy right ear

Can hear

The bothersome fly buzzing around him

He gives his head a shake

The earth beneath will quake

When he reaches his adult size

Nothing will escape his eyes...

People worship the day.

Yoga students in acrobatic poses

And melanin deficient bikini clad women

Toasting their skin

Like a steak on the grill

That is, before The Burn

I can’t remember the last time we saw the moon

It’s been five years

And I’m going crazy

I need to sleep

I have not slept in years

I can’t relax my body

Because the brightness of the air

Just beyond the thin skin

Shielding my ...