O surpassing knowledge.
Dead elephant
Tusk towards the heaven
The brain. The plan.

Savior in the sinking swamp
Who’s warm rolling probiscus clutches
as the mud clings to the infant wading and a helicopter successfully hovers
a thousand yards above as grandmothers attempt to drag kin

Are we all but to perceived and regurgitate and transcribe

Let us mallieate and mold and arise from the ground paper mache houses spat
from compressed lumber
Gargled from the imitation of beauty
And live once
More in the simple lean against the tree