Elephant Water



Dan Veach






                      

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Man is no doubt a higher being

But I’m one who can’t get used to seeing

The results of my bug-spray genocide.


Their limbs so decently tucked in,

No malice in their form or face:

It eases my conscience that one decides

On a dish for his final resting place.


Clean china, white: in no way narrow

The spirit of this little hero

Who chose the funeral of a Pharaoh.


“Small Beowulf,” the dragon sighed,

“The honor is all with those who died.”

And though I’ll have to wash the plate

I don’t regret that you lie in state.  








                       


  

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