A dead elephant,

A dead elephant, 
Gnawed again and again, 
A few bones left but for a broken heart, 
Ask for it do the creatures of the sky, 
Nothing left to be given, 
For what could be given is all but given and lost, 

Bled does the heart, 
Of what is left of it 
Oozing out pain and more pain 
Life is sucked out let alone respect 
Nothing left to be done 
But let the creatures of the sky gnaw away 
What is left is what is left, 
To  the hearse or the heart matters but none to the ones in the graveyard.. 

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