Once they roamed across the plains like gods,
Their gigantic frames drowning out the sun
As they paraded in quiet contemplation.
Jealous of their size and serenity
We hunted them to the brink of extinction,
Turning their beautiful pearly whites into
Piano keys, billiard balls, and minor objects of decorative value.
After we were told that this was inhumane
We found new ways to bring them to their knees,
Riding them like cheap cars and bathing
Them between yoga classes and cups of chai tea;
We were intent on finding ourselves,
No matter what got lost in the process.
After we were told that this was inhumane
We headed to the game reserves –