we never really knew
peering through rusted lace
pulling back the curtains of wonder
the elephant mourns
and we think of Disney characters
scrubbed clean of savagery
they hold hurt
years of fight and famine
braided in the folds under their stare
the elephant mourns
the memory stares at brothers and sisters
laid skeletal and bleached under steady suns
it remembers its empire
plundered with purpose
left battered to heal without favor
the elephant mourns
because it sees that pride is fleeting
like their roars across the dust
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