March

Once I was not the elephant I find I am         

 

 

Once I was not the elephant I find I am

I sprightly ran across the veldt. I was an antelope. I do exaggerate, a wildebeest, perhaps,

A buffalo

Now weighed down with time and thought  I have a herd of worries  Bats live in my ears  Beetles in my feet  Birds are nesting in the wrinkles of my skin  My stomachs rumbling with undersound  My tusks are yellow stained my  Trunk is parched   I have become the plains  Dry winds blow across my ancient back   I am not wise but I am very slow these days 

 

Turning thunderous with the sun

 

 

 

  Anita Greg March 2020

The pangolin of the world

 

 

The pangolin is tightly curled

Its tail in in its teeth

Around the margins of the world

 

World without end 

I was meek

Ate ants - I should have been your friend -

- 

By millions, sightless I eat

termites from the heap

Fished out with my endless, sticky tongue

 

I am old and scaley, you are young.

ἓν τὸ πᾶν ( en to pan )

-”The All is One” 

 

 

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pangolin

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouroboros

Anita Greg 17/03/2020

 

25/03/202

 

Without the Letter M

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