Reign
of the White Elephant
He sat in
the barren wasteland
where the kings
manufactured
a full mouth
of golden teeth,
golden
bridges,
and barricades.
Well he was
a son of
a king.
Now he was
no victim
to greed.
He never slept
beneath the weight
of the mocking sound
of all
that is wretched.
He followed the
chain of smoke
unraveling like that
of a shedding snake
leaving its
uncomfortable
dead shell on the ground
marked with tattoos
proclaiming the reign
of the white elephant.
The trigger was pulled
says the story of old
and there was peace
yet again.
How we mourn
for this loss,
for nothing
has come
without cost.
Art will be hidden where I see fit.
Seek it.
1. City bound.
2. Edgewater.
3. Follow the cat down the alley.
4. Get wrapped up in some BLANKETS.
