Uche Ogbuji
Oliphantasm
What do you know of my grey ears?
All I hear now is the cursed road
That brought on avaricious guns
To boneyard of my old abode.
What can you sense of my long trunk?
There was once my watered walk
Which now doles out the blanket stench
From garbage heap and vulture flock.
Where could you take my thickened legs?
My range shrunk to one quick wrong turn,
I'm one step from petrol spill
One other from a clear-cut burn.
What good in saving me my tusks?
The more-than-gold those clients crave
Bears out my home's new purulence.
What's left of me for you to save?