elephant of the past

Why wrap your long, grey trunk around

customs and rituals on

how this must be done

and that should be carried out?

 

Your presence in the present is unfelt;

Stories belong to history,

The love for salvaging rules, has quickened

your ageing.

 

Pull your trunk out of the past–

Old grey man,

Ailing White Elephant!

You have no place in my home lest

I turn you into a statue of Gold to exchange for money,

 

so I can pay for the

customs and rituals you’ve been teaching me about,

on how this must be done

and that should be carried out.