Elephant in the Room

Your silence speaks confession

as— in vain— large limbs curled

and fantastic features shy

you attempt to conceal the grandness

we see as plain as a bullet through white cloth,

Blaring your horn,

Oh, you Bashful Beast!

hidden on every surface,

every shelf, every space,

squeezed into too small confinement

always visible

clearly defined and deceptively transparent,

on display from all, yet

All turn away.