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When Elepehants Pretend

 When Elephants Pretend

 I gave my elephant a length of chain.

I gave it water and an uncommon name. I gave it

food and my affection. Yet it stood

mute and what seemed to me aloof.


I gave the elephant a proper bath and a place

in my book of records, a fine howda trimmed in gold,

settling deep into the bones of its back.

Yet it grew aloof and quiet as a root.


I gave my elephant my very best mahout.

I gave it patience and, over and over, the benefit

of a doubt. Yet it stands and stares

as if it never cares about anything I’ve given it.

Or is it just pretending?



Galen garwood 2009