A Treat

The smell of elephants.

Their moon-creviced hides.

Now in a circle,
formation trudging.

Leg on a drum,
one leg waving.

Damp hay strewn.

The whipcracks jar.
Blares of trumpets.

Laughs and claps.

I disappoint you
by hating this.

The sad-eyed tigers are done in.


5 thoughts on “A Treat

  1. “Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
    so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält.
    Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
    und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.” R.M.Rilke

    You get the overriding fatigue from boredom and hopelessness so well; whatever wild animal it is that is being exploited.

    • The last time I went to a zoo, and the last time I ever will go to one again was at Berlin Zoologischer Garten about 4 years ago. No panther there, but a couple of the animals there, the memory of them has stayed with me. A fine muscular jaguar who was repetitively rubbing his face against his cage, and a poor elephant, rocking backwards and forwards on the spot, shifting its weight left to right , left it right, as if it was demented, poor soul.
      The Rilke poem, the last three lines of the last stanza, was anything ever so perfectly recorded?

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