Says the elephant, Why are you doing that, it should rain today.
- Yes, but it feels like it may barely miss us,
Maybe.
(Not unlike God
Yet, we remain complacently unable to assume the risk
And go to perhaps extraordinary lengths
All for the sake of, to save and preserve the inertia.
Says the elephant, We are invested in our ignorance,
Channeling blindly our energies into all that which we may possess,
Moving perpetually to amass more possession,
In our silent and nescient collective momentum.
Though why,
I cannot recall.
Unlike God.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem