trunks too short
delve into my wrinkles and find what you see
a mountain undiscovered where two men plant a tree.
an argument of horses, a sea turning brown
the first time a circus ever show-cased a clown.
i have seen wars which aren’t in your books
trumpeted warnings when markets met crooks.
my tusks have rubbed trees that are old as this planet
my eyes have swum floods when the land couldn’t stand it.
so what do you know, you youth who sing bright?
you have not yet stepped into the shadow of night.