She eats alone

a leg shackled

in a cement



on three sides

a fourth open

to the dirt lot

and buildings

from where


brings her food



she is sure she exists confused

if she does

uncertain of everything but death,

she stays home in a third eye


note: SOS is written with thoughts on a forest elephant shackled and staying alive while isolated in captivity. The poem is included in the 2012-2017 collection. My mother, who is locked in a memory unit as of 2015, is here with elephant and me too. New daily poems resume once the collection goes to the publisher.