Aristotle Mourns

Half of the remaining population of elephants rest in a park in Africa awaiting death presumably. The pressure is on China and the USA and the UK to ban all trade in ivory despite despotic men acting as president lifting bans on trophy hunting meanwhile.  China and half the African continent are finally doing their best to wage war to try and save this magnificent beast – doing its part in this masquerade during a massacre all because of greed and chimes of ancient times and ‘remedies’…  Luckily the youth of today are awake and will not stand for this….to the rest of us…Wake up! And that’s only elephants.  Just angry, just passing, just fundraising.  Hope you’re all well.

As it Comes

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

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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.

7 thoughts on “Aristotle Mourns”

      1. Thanks. That’s a good thing you are working for. I’m not able to write much. But keeping the habit. Do post. I really enjoy your relationship with words!

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