Us, elephants.

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It's not easy to be an elephant -

Us elephants 

(when we feel we're about to die)

we just go to the next room 

to die alone

We don't want to put any more pressure on the other elephants

burdening them with the news

that an end is not endless.

But the worst part is not the end itself, 

but coming closer to the conclusion 

that for some others we are of more use when dead;

some people sell ashtrays 

in their corner shops down the street

- ashtrays, key chains, or even little elephant shaped statues 

- all made of ivory

for only 9,99 euro a piece.

They say, about us elephants, that our skin is thick

But if you undress us and throw our grey shirt on the floor 

(or maybe drill a hole on our back 

and then tenderly empty all of our content with the help of a little spoon)

all this convenient thickness left lying on the floor 

is not an elephant anymore. 

Us elephants pass our whole lives

trying to prove to others 

that we are actually more useful

when alive.

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