Elephant's Graveyard

Of course, when it's my time to go I'll gladly join that elephants' graveyard dragging my sad, sorry carcass back upriver I'll go salt-mining on my way down. I'll scar ancient walls, delivering a taste of life from whence death still entreats. I-too will venture into Mt Elgon in Kenya. Deep inside, I'll remember my roots stood embedded not only in ivory tusks not only on these weary roads of dust but we're a part of the African Savanna that led its way out and built mud huts. I'll take pride in this dangerous journey. That it hurt like hell. That hot-red desert of hunger boiled over to empty, each well leaving deeper pangs, we go in search of. Of course, when it's my time finally to go I'll join that elephants' graveyard Happy, don't you know.