Worse Than Elephants
There are things worse than elephants in this room.
Unseen they may be, but nevertheless
Beasts with belaboured breathing
taking up too much space, invisibly.
These are the creatures that have defied
all description for centuries,
that have no need to breed, no right to be,
but just are.
Present as much as the sad furniture
nibbled by dusted decades,
or flesh and blood of awkward relatives,
but worse for having no name
and no entitlement to take up space.
These are the banshees of your bloodline,
all the worse for being mute and wanting.