McMammoth

by Richard King Perkins, II


This is a clone
in the shape of a woolly mammoth.
For her, Siberia isn’t a punishment
but a falsely promised land of permafrost.
Her tusks forage and dig
on the tundra
with measured sadness
as the great slope of her back
offers a momentary ramp,
a tool for climbing humans
to ascend and ride atop her head.
And once you control the head,
you own the rest.
And, like our ancestors,
someone will decide
after the elephant ride that
she looks absolutely delicious.


Copyright © 2015 by Richard King Perkins, II

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