We will not be elephants,
though our skins may share
the same wrinkles and lines
that deepen as bodies
diminish.
We will have no need
for tails to swat swarming,
biting regrets (such pests
cannot abide the scent
of Chanel No. 5)
But we will know all the best watering
holes, having tasted them all,
And we’ll know how to drink
without the reflexive vanity
that searches each hazy reflection
for marks of mortality.
Our heads will grow rich with silver,
a treasure we will gladly collect,
slowly replacing the dull black
that never gleamed as lovely
in the moonlight.
We will not be elephants,
neither slow nor lumbering,
never covered in dust.
We will wear earrings and stylish hats.
But when it suits us,
we may travel
in herds.













Why do the young miss out on not being elephants? I wanna not be an elephant too!
That just makes it all the better.






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