His majesty incomparable.
He,is a paragon of musculinity,
but is tender with unfailing fidelity.
He breaks the stereotypes,
the ethereal black superiority,
Elephant.

But,what does he think?
Little do we think.

He dreams,
of violent trumpets,
of a muddy bath,
of caring their calves,
of a kingly wander in the forests.

We only think about ourselves,
never about them,
thus,they live,
in cages,in wood mills,in festivals.