Indignation as Elegy

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An elephant without a face greeted me

on Facebook today,

his trunk and tusks

hacked away by poachers eager for ivory.

At first I thought it was a watermelon

sliced in half,

mistaking the pinkish blood

for the pulpy flesh of succulent fruit.

Why bother to extract excessive teeth

and risk being arrested?

Why let the poor pachyderm live

when it is better off dead?

Sometimes I wonder how human beings

created in the very image of the living God

have become more savage than beasts:

bullets in lieu of the cheetah’s speed,

knives instead of claws or paws, the gaping

maw of our greed more lethal than

shark’s teeth,

lion’s mouth,

or crocodile’s jaw.

What other creatures on this doomed planet

have skinned animals for their fur,

turned pelt into expensive shoes and bags,

carved intricate heirloom jewelry from ivory?

Fullsizerender.jpg Ralph Semino Galán
Ralph Semino Galán

Ralph Semino Galán is a prize-winning poet and translator, literary and cultural critic, and editor. He is the Assistant Director of the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies. He is the author of the The Southern Cross and Other Poems (UBOD New Authors Series, NCCA, 2005), Discernments: Literary Essays, Cultural Critiques and Book Reviews (USTP, 2013), From the Major Arcana (USTPH, 2014), and Sa mga Pagitan ng Buhay at Iba pang Pagtutulay (USTPH, 2018).

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