I Am an Elephant
I cry for the departed
when I cross their slain
carcasses on the road
of our ancestors
I trumpet loud
octagons in the sky
so the offspring
find a way out from loss
I stomp on broken soil
in happy thoughts
for our land is small
and our heart is strong
I wave for hours
until my voice is heard
and my skin is taut
in the abyss of men
© 2022 Maria A. Arana
Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, poet, and editor. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, The Gonzo Press, and fevers of the mind. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana and https://aranaeditingservices.com
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