Reign of the White Elephant

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.