Elephants' Graveyard

A familiar path walked alone

Heavy soft footfalls nearer to home

Walking slow to rejoin my mother

Exchanging one herd for another

Slowly slowly 

Heavy and hungry

One more sunset to face

Seeking the other place

Under a yellow dust moon

Acacia shadows and gloom

Present to past
Forever to last

Resting in their presence

Among the ancestral scents

Breathing long and low and slow

Then into the ivory glow