I WONDER IF ELEPHANTS PRAY-revised

What a prolific write. Title is great. Makes me wonder as well. It is a shame we endure so much as humans, but you have put this into words that we understand, and I am glad you are not a jackass or fox, how would you be able to write such lovely poems.'I have enjoyed the read. And I think Elephants do pray, I know they sort of wail when they mourn, so you never know. Lyz XX

Dear Longo, the title is magnificent.... as is the trumpeting down to the end of your poem.. A friend asked me many years ago, "do you prayer, Anna"? Without thinking, I answered "my life is my prayer". Then it becomes that "praying without ceasing". Until we're absorbed back into the earth. Love, Anna

love the poems here of late something about the simplicity and grace the flow is not the same as a few months ago or even a year progression through slim loosening the gracefulness speaks many wisdoms in its passage Saturday at the mall while the walls of Jericho Crumble thank you +

I don't know, I do know that elephants leave the group when they are going to die, they seek out the 'burial' ground, where other elephants before them have died; they know that they are going on their last journey, alone. So I wonder if they are any different from us at that time, we do not know, but they seem sometimes so human in their reactions that I think they know more than we give them credit for. But you are seeking the beast that doesn't know, and wanting not to know not to understand, not to go though the painful knowledge that you posses and wish you didn't. Your existential box, yes. You know I have a feeling that I shall do exactly what you say here, I may be presumptuous to think so, and yet as I set no value on my 'soul' I have nothing to loose, nothing to hang onto, no thing that will hinder me becoming no thing. It can happen any day, but what is difficult to take, to experience is suffering whether one dies or not, that is the death in life that is so hard to face, it doesn't go away it gnaws away at us from without and from within our whole being and gives no peace. That is the death I fear and would not wish anyone to have, least of all you my Longoardolino. Annuccia

It is almost a burden the elephants own skin, like a great-coat gone wrong and this clumsy looking big loveable beast is loved and revered world wide. He/she knows not what we think, but experiences a common love of her, as she strives to survive in a world ill-suited to her needs, we little wiry beasts cover the globe like ants, scavengers, and swallow great beautiful forests finally even the deserts of the world and where will those big hefalumps go then, when man's greed has consumed them all? If we wish to leave a legacy, or any track to follow to our worth, then we must see this planet for what it is, regardless of our many creeds of conduct and derision, and take the bull by the horns and scream out the howl of all living beasts, look after your home first, then discuss the philosophy of life when that is done. Don't pollute your own back yard with the trappings and garbage of modern greed, stop and SEE what is of worth and beautiful. Oh mi scusi Longobardolino, I got carried away with a theme, and it is written here, but that big dinosaur-like beast the dear kind-natured elephant, prompts such outcries from this one tiny citizen of the world, as important as an ant, and yet with a mind, and able to write, so I write. Love to all elephants and all elphant-lovers in the world from Ann of the north.