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
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.