ODE TO THE PROBOSCIS MONKEY by Gary R. Hess
Your long appendage fits squarely on the surface of splendor.
Your coat of armor delivers worth and protection
humans ourselves can only dream of having.
But why must you suffer so?
Your forest rampaged. Your food dwindling. Your family missing.
When will you resurface?
When will your love approach us?
Cousin, we are the same in many ways.
Cousin, forgive us.