White Elephant in the room

In the world of knowledge knowers

the white elephant in the room

is breaking delicate tea cups.

 

As we discuss his many cumbersome features,

it’s hard to miss the glare emanating

from his wrinkled white hide.

And his trumpeting for progress

resounds in all our ears.

 

While looking for distractions

we hear of his feet sinking into depleted soils,

and his mouth churning through natural fauna

while his trunk sucks water from sullied pools,

spraying into the pockets of his misguided trainers.

Then charging into the last remaining green pastures

he leaves behind his deeply embedded footprint.

 

In round table discussions between knowledge knowers

we recount the events of this stampeding white elephant

running amuck in our delicate china shop,

yet seem ill affected by the discord that lay at our feet.

 

As this contemporary demigod

threatens to smash the glass table

we have placed it on –

in the world of knowledge knowers

we snatch our cups from the table and

continue to drink tea.

 

After all, the white elephant in the room

is breaking someone else’s tea cups.