The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Monday, February 11, 2019

Our Wrought
February 11, 2019 2 Comments


The day came
when the elephant
crowding the cabin corners
demanded
a name

he said the words
I knew
from before 
we were born

cruel needful words
proclaimed
in halting hushtones
of calm agony

a slag-filled agony
 too fibrous
and exhausted
to push further

just one more 
push
against
the edge

of what we had
become

trust
gnarled and twisted

rusted
and
beaten
into shape

until the weight of us
cracked
and
crumbled
leaving
bone dust
beneath
the elephant's feet









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