This delightful poem, With Elephants by Bruce Moody, came to my inbox this morning from Poem for the Day by Larry Robinson, who collects and shares wonderful poems with his mailing list. Checking out the poet, I discovered an intriguing person who wrote a memoir about homelessness titled Will Work for Food or Money.
I adore elephants, and this description made my heart leap with delight. Thought you would enjoy it. A nice change from tiresome old Crone Crunchies !
With elephants everything
A cascade of cliff
on four limber pillars.
A fog of stone
A strolling Niagara, yes.
Wearing a wardrobe
of loose-fitting determination,
her great sweet
You have felt their stone-tough,
It snouts around like the foot of a snail.
until it clamps the morsel of crackerjack,
like an undersea thing,
into its heart-shaped maw.
Bad for the tusks?
Well, elephant dentists and nutritionists say
Elephants must eat
for their health and satisfaction,
So who am I to lecture an elephant –
vegan as she is –
to diet on whole savannahs
and toss their massy heads about,
making gales with their ears
and, with their Cyrano noses,
stand back! ––
- Bruce Moody