Near a Michigan highway, not long ago
A bulldozer dug into the earthen crust
Creating a hollow for a new foundation…
By chance, exhuming a Mastodon tusk
Remaining bones surfaced fully intact
Verifying the Wooly Mammoth’s existence
The ancient creature has been transported
To a museum that has become his residence
Lonesome elephant from prehistoric times
People visit you with curiosity each day
Your demise is no longer kept from sight
Your bones are now prominently on display
Does your frame recollect the days with a herd?
How is it that you wandered such a long way?
What incentive brought you here so well preserved?
Mastodon, if you could talk what you would say?
10/28/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. The last four lines are novel; there is the desire to know, to converse with, the absent.