Summer 2011
Table of Contents - Vol. VII, No. 2
Poetry Fiction Translations Reviews
Nahshon Cook
The Elephant and the Mahout
This evening
I was out to dinner with friends,
when a mahout
came riding down the street
on a young elephant
who, at the command of
its handler,
let off little trumpet bursts from its trunk
in an
attempt to scavenge some income
off of the restaurant’s patrons with its
cuteness.--
Which it did! And why not?
People got up from their dinner
tables
with money in-hand, walked outside
and paid to touch and feed
and take pictures with
this hairy headed,
thick-skinned baby giant
whose soft, deep-seeing brown eyes
were like a grace-given peek into the
window
of how unfathomable a miracle life is.
© Nahshon Cook