The Elephant Remembers

Lonely in Africa                        Elephants walk, stalk out water, like some divining daughter
like a giraffe                               oasis talk, the waterhole, the rain from the sky that stole
that sees over                             elephants dream of the brite blue gleam, their young cajole
the very last laugh                      the elephant remembers what no-one else believes
                                                    the elephant knows water's lefty behind by all the cloudy thieves

                                                    The elephant remembers the way to where
                                                     there's joyful bathing under hot air
The animals are dying                 the elephant remembers the unmarked way
failing for                                     thru the park of the desert in drought's day
the lack of the clouds
and water store                            Large the space to go thru
                                                     tiny babies there
                                                     in their trunky greyness
Get out                                         who spout water into air
get out
the animals get out                       Long the elephant memory
of it                                               because it has to care
out out                                          to get across the dryest hours
there's left of food                        for its family to spare.
not a bit

Out get out
and there's an exodus
of all the shepherds
who seek the lands of us              Jungle time, and eat key lime, on fruit do dine, Jungle time
                                                      friend of mine, drops me a line, drops me a vine in Jungle time
                                                     its dark without a spark, hark the eyes in there
The animals have left now           in the leafy air don't despair in trees that twine, Jungle time. 
before the ones who leave
leaving the land in which              Jungle's by the watering hole, jungle's start of green
they no longer believe.                  when its time to leave the deset and its golden gleam


                          Times I am trying
                           to see the whole day out
                           and on knowing way I am relying
                            to find the elephant spout
                            the place that I call water
                            where the elephants bathe free
                            this waterhole never alters
                            for its locality
                            dance in the drink
                            the liquid sky ink
                            think just the way to there
                             refresh and rebirth
                             for the waterworth
                             and bathe in the watery air.