Environment Poem

He looms full frontal, corrugated, grey,
On mighty forelegs, half an elephant.
Straight-tusked and, not from choice, itinerant,
His kin had crossed the land-bridge that lay
Between the continents. They walked their way
From parched savannas where the leaves were scant
To here where burgeoned all that they could want -
And where they left their bones beneath the clay.
Each fossil shard is like a microchip
That stores the past. If we could animate
This lifeless hulk, for sure it would let rip
A trumpet roar to shake our nation state -
A warning that our careless stewardship
May bring the same unconscionable fate!
Half An Elephant by Raich Eckley @FamilyFriendPoems

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