Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Elephant Graveyard


When I was young, I learned that 
there is a place 
where elephants go to die.

As a boy 
I thought that this was sad;
but now, as welcome grey 
wanders around my ears,
I have realized-

I don't think that they went there
knowing 
that they would expire-
but more like that man 
who climbed a very high mountain-

he,
and they, 
went
to live.

Sometimes I forget why. 

Why I'm walking
stumbling,
clawing, and
dying for an idea that even I sometimes question.

I'm doing it to live
and that's enough for now.




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