Thursday, March 20, 2014


Every day sees more evidence against immortality. 
That we are no different from elephants, returning again
and again, like they, to the bodies of our dead friends, 
to a dead baby's bones. 
Love and devotion do not stand us apart.
The same engines drive our hairy legs to water and meadows, 
over boundaries, for food, for drink, for arousal, 
for battles between strong and stronger. 
But what elephant would leave this message I saw today 
inscribed on a wooden bench over San Leandro Bay?
See you in paradise, Martin. 
And what elephant would return home to write about it?
and then think all night of great glimmering galaxies? 

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