DUNG YOU KNOW BETTER?

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I loved your mammoth size, the power of the bellowing howl
Echoing through jungles, plains, forests you lumbered through
As you foraged for food, herding with your kin, the newborn
Babes beneath.

Now the dung you dropped upon the plain is your symbol,
Not for creating parchment to decorate Brooklyn Museum,
But now the sign of madness gone awry, plunging nation
Into chaos.

Your tusks of ivory have been ripped from your body, sliced
As cruelly as your elephant brethren strip our protections
I cringe at the zoo who used your trunks to wash cars with
Unsafe products.

Who will protect you now? For I am done with you. I favor
pink piglets made of porcelain. Trumpet someone else.