The Sighted Men and the Blind ElephantA Poem by Jacqueline Murray17 April 2013One elephant-- fresh from the womb, stands small before six gentleman, tall --as the fence beyond and thinks itself the largest animal in the pen then extends its trunk-- and, with an icy touch much like that from father to son, brushes each man's belt, equipped with sharpened knives. And it believes these to be the nails, each leaving behind a clean line, red and the elephant is fed its own fluids, through the nostrils or, so believes it, the eyeballs. But Man can
unlock the fence, the mother elephant says-- and says baby,-- I would rather live behind bars. © 2014 Jacqueline Murray |
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