Yet another crime humanity will have to answer for one day.
Satao
by tempeste Story Poem writing prompt entry
Born in the sun-drenched grasslands of Africa
some odd 50 years ago.
He grew to be a lumbering giant
the local rangers chose to name, Satao.
He stood majestic, his strength so impressive.
Though most of the time pacific
when in musth he turned ballistic.
Moody and intoxicated with lust
from early dawn to dusk.
He became an icon of the wildlife reserve
one of the last true tuskers whose wits served
him well.
His tusks, reaching nearly the two metre mark
were of great value on the lured black market.
A lucrative trophy for heartless poachers.
Despite on a constant surveillance project
he fell victim of these cockroaches.
Wounded by a poison arrow
this wise old soul fell so someone on this planet
coud have a ivory trinket on his mantle made of granite.
Writing Prompt
Write a poem of any type and any length that tells a story.
Author Notes
In musth :a time during which male elephants exhibit increased levels of sexual activity and aggressiveness and often secrete leaking temporin from the side of their heads.
Musth: prounced like "must"
Tusker: an elephant with long tusks that nearly touch the ground.
Every elephant murdered equals another ounce of our humanity lost.
