Fingering with studied expertise
the various knick-knacks and curios
of someone else's unwanted memories
I find a tiny elephant carved in ivory.
You disdain and turn away from
this butchered fragment of the mammoth
and wonder at the perversity of such a thing -
to destroy the reality in order to recreate
such a lifeless, pointless effigy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem