Legacies

Desperately seeking comfort,
A strange peace of sorts I've found
With the bones of ancestral elephants
Upon their dying grounds.

Echos of the death songs
That linger in the air,
And the thunder of their passing
Have come to draw me there.

Dust whorls rising
From dry cracked earth,
Seem to contradict the reality,
Of any kind of birth.

Yet in the dancing heat waves
Just before the dusk,
To other than the naked eye
Comes the flash of tail and tusk.

For in sympathetic company,
They lay their burdens down.
Now knowing the peace of passing
They settle to the ground.