I wore each one
Until I could bear it no longer,
until they smelt like me
Where did he go?
Just a weekend trip, he said,
to the feilds and back.
He'd then take me for a ride,
He'd see us through these aging times.
Just a weekend trip,
to the feilds with the ol' boys,
awakening some elephantine memories.
The feilds were baited
the elephants, traps
the ol' men, fatally trapped.
I did have a my ride,
the First and last of it's kind
memories of him with me to my grave.