Ivory


I was born from blood
A new wisdom reaching into the universe

A consecrated creature
We drank from hidden reservoirs
Basking in sanctity
We were worshipped as the Ganesh

But time has stood to kill
Chasing down our weakest members
Shooting down our parade of 10
Our strength in numbers, 
useless to technology

sagacity leaking into the dirt
an appendage reaching towards you
murder of the innocent

The trade has all but slit our throats
Sealing our fate with tales and lies
Our weapons ripped clean from our skin
The last of our kind dies.

Untitled 1  by Jasmine Barette

Untitled 1 by Jasmine Barette