Families are like elephants who never forget
even when they want to.
Even when they see a shooting star
every night for a year.
Even when they throw their life savings
into mall fountains.
Even when the have God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost
by the short hairs.
And they make the same wish every time.
. . .
David Attenborough is calm as he narrates
(with a soothing British accent)
a young elephant being separated from it’s herd
with a family of half-starved lions
on it’s back and hanging from it’s ears
their eyes glow into the night vision camera
they saw the same shooting stars too, and after tonight
they won’t be half-starved.
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2 comments:
these are real good poems, jake.
This is quite good. I would work on the formatting as it's jilting in a distracting way.
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