At its height
there was fossil ivory from the eons
for the picking out from bones
and the extraction from where it was stashed.
Greed and betrayal were rife,
but slaughter played a minor role
and ivory, I think,
unlike the deep red it is now,
had only a blush of pink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How the greed can grow. And how the beauty can fade. Brilliant!