White Pantaloons
The forest of limitless green,
The spill of red blood,
The rite of sunrise,
White pantaloons to turn away the sun:
An elephant shuffles along
swaying side to side.
He is swathed in red.
The rider sways in his howdah.
His eyes squint at the Asian sun.
Somewhere in the forest
a sadhu is chanting.
Monkeys are silent.
The prince on his calm beast
follows a path much trodden.
The insects swarm
with indifference.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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