Kit Kelen #252 - tired of the endless audition for elephant in the room

252

tired of the endless audition for elephant in the room

although I am convinced there are days

on which some of them can see me

you could wait a long time

till the weather's just right

my communication is seismic

that's not something your human knows

in any case, I know it's only those

who will not know my name –

they're the ones still have a chance...

to read my hand

my face

to see reflected

in my eyes

to get the river shimmer

otherwise

I make no difference

there's nothing I've done

all this time here, it's nothing now

I might as well simply

never have been

sometimes it's a curse

we remember

there's really no need for the audition

when the part was made for me

I just have the right proportions

elephantine

I breathe the stuff!

I do love those in-the-room clouds

that wonderful jungled-up mountain waft

it's all deep in the creases of me!

me – simple beast, last of the family of snout

good feed of grass, some forage and roar

there's not a lot I require

nor is like you could go into training

though circus tricks are de rigeur

the ring of fire

the hoopla

dance

it's only second nature to play

everything is effortless

when you're the specimen in the room

put on weight

and you're merely

more of an elephant

the more you trumpet and rear …

well, you're just living up to expectations

winter, why not be woolly mammoth?

frozen under ice

yes that would be a kind of survival

sashimi in the afterlife!

why not?

who wants to be a snake in the grass?

a bird in the hand?

some will be happy to badger of course

in my case

well, a thicker skin is simply not possible

a steaming turd they step around

ah but in the morning

it's all been shoveled onto the garden

and what blooms they grow!

I like to let the fruit ferment

I suck it up in a straw

the mud I sling

is sun protection

comes off when I take a dip

I have decided not to audition

I'm going to capitalise on my invisibility

simply by not being there

ingenious really

diabolically simple

you can't see me

(can't or won't – there's not much in it)

surely this gives a tactical advantage?

when I've left the building

well, I won't be Elvis

let's just put it that way

my absence, whether merely putative or not,

is nevertheless full of potential

simply getting out of the room –

how few of us come up

with this unsophisticated solution?

it has an eloquence

no elegance can match

and you know

everyone's a winner

elephants are ugly

even especially to each other

not to mention

we have the misfortune

to recognise ourselves in the mirror

maybe I will find the herd?

elude the tusk hunters?

we are long lived

and stampeding by myself

has always been a bit of a challenge

but I think

it still might be the best way out

and making all that ruckus

I won't have to listen

to all the crap that goes on

gossip will be

as off the duck's back

and take a little shower

I could spray it around

on my way out of course

but sometimes a wallow

is more to the purpose

(though one should be careful

not to over-indulge)

what I mean to say

in this lumbering way

is

I'm not going to play these games anymore

there's just too much work to do