I wanted to write a poem for elephants. This is it turned to prose. It is about me doing my part to save them.
What can we do?
Have you gone to Africa to save them? Have you contributed? So many causes, do they all get as lost as the elephants?
Elephants are in the news, not enough. Because they are dying, plentifully. They used to be plentiful, no longer. This worries me. What are we going to do about it?
What can we do about it? When will we no longer ask and just do?
I wrote in a newspaper column this week about owning new boots. My first pair in New Hampshire after 20 years. Doesn’t make sense, I know.
But neither does the slaughter of elephants. Do we need to go to Africa? How can we help?
We need to go in great numbers. I will bring my new boots. You can bring a book. We can wear them down. Not the elephants, the poachers.
We need money. We need shots. They need help. Help.