Aristotle Mourns

The Ancient Greek philosopher, Aristotle once said that elephants were “the animal which surpasses all others in wit and mind.”

elephants

                          Wandering on migration’s
           paths in mud caked days and cooler night winds of the dusted parks,
  in search of food and shallow pockets to bathe,
three generations of elephants; a herd in tow, they walk – wafting on rumbling
storm clouds underfoot – in the ruddy, powder trails of the lazy, thirsty,
arid soils – they are drawn, respectful.
Delicate strokes for each long lost family, each historical bone is touched –
bleached white stoicism’s stark seeds in the ghosted graveyard terrain –
relics of familiar ancestors. Even the smallest mourner is tender;
curious reverence is succour while tranquil, emptied carcasses
await closure – life hollowed and stilled –
not abandoned but grieved for, not forgotten but reunited –
by touching caresses of long reaching
history and emotions, intimate gestures
reach these lost souls – wandering ghosts
of the plains. A family line stretching back
through generations sharply
pierces a family line’s
queued up approbation in
remembrance of a shared
past and haunting visions – blurred
by sickness, or bloodshed. Small
calves punctuate columnar
legs – unifying, intertwining,
brought closer together,
and closer still until bonds
can bear no more. The elder
turns one last time; long
lashed pauses nod to long
lost relics of ancestral
rains – slow motion
drips down tears
through times
and atrocity
and its victims.
His eyes have
glimpsed
it in farewells
and dark pools –
   still, they are all of them
       winners in the game of life

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

8 thoughts on “Aristotle Mourns”

  1. This poem has a special meaning to me. We started to collect elephants (stone, ceramic, etc) after we got together. I didn’t realize then but it was a strong way of connecting with the what felt like then and what feels like now, the true meaning of family. I love the elephant trunk in the styling by the way and I certainly love the delightful weave of words that illuminates the power of bonding, generational and more~

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    1. I think because of the nature of the beast we have an affinity and they symbolise closeness, togetherness, emotional awareness, and are an ally in this regard and on some of the levels we can associate with. Their brain per body is larger than other mammals and have the same amount of stuff going on in that network than we do.
      I have some elephant pieces and when I was in India I saw them carved from the inside out, so intricate and delicate. I love them and hate anything that wants to take them away before they are meant (if that should happen). I feel ashamed to be human sometimes. Thanks Tammy, for those thoughts.

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  2. It was. I have been twice and saw the Taj Mahal too, it was a treat from my dad, while we were there. I met family- some of who I’d only seen briefly when younger, and some spectacular sights. Since then we have been closer and closer still when my dad passed. Twice in a lifetime experience. I applied for my visa first trip, I wasn’t planning on returning with him, but that bombed. lol

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