Elephant, elephant, how, <br />can you hope to enter <br />into God's heavenly crowd? <br />The stairs are too narrow, <br />you won't float on clouds, <br />and so I have heard <br />it is forbidden to eat <br />the sweet and delectable leaves <br />of the heavenly acacia trees. <br /> <br />Perhaps if you went on a diet <br />or made a trunk call <br />to the angels above <br />to send you a long curling ramp, <br />which is fit for a herd <br />to walk undisturbed, <br />as they stomp and they stamp <br />on that last long migration <br />to those heavenly gates, <br />where bliss and salvation <br />most surely awaits. <br /> <br />But then again, <br />and perhaps, <br />you have more hope <br />than us, <br />who cut down the trees <br />and turn the jungles <br />to dust.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-easier-for-an-elephant-to/
