Today's poem is by David Wagoner
The Elephant's Graveyard
Their huge gray shapes were trudging up a trail
Against the side of a cliff and around curves
And up across the screen near the shaky end
Of Tarzan's movie. They looked tired
And old. They were going somewhere
They didn't want to go but were going
Together so they could finally lie down
And be alone on the bare gray ground
Among stones, which were all the same shade
On the screen except for the empty skulls
Already empty there and the new tusks.
We all agreed with Tarzan and Jane: the hunters
Still down in the jungle going crazy
Should leave them alone We agreed out loud
In the front row and up in the balcony:
Only the old ones should go to the graveyard.
The young ones should be down there in the jungle
Or splashing in the river. Later that summer
The circus came to town. We joined the parade
And watched real elephants wearing canvas rainbows
Over their gray coats, some with women waving
from the backs of their necks. They shuffled past
Our theater on 119th Street
Looking old and tired, even the middle-sized
Who were holding on to the tails of the big ones.
The two smallest were running to keep up,
Kept losing their grip, kept having to run faster
To hold on with the very ends of their trunks,
With one pink finger, to the tail end
Of the ones ahead who knew where they were going.
Copyright © 2005 David Wagoner All rights reserved
from Crazyhorse
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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