The herd of souls.

The souls of the elephants - big, medium and small, stormed across the globe
free finally to fall, then roam - no longer chasing the monsoon, but stampeding through mankind remembering the world that they had left behind
A world where there true paths could no longer but unwind
And as they passed the living full of bone and flesh and sweat drinking their saliva like sweat from the meat they eat
without enough regret.
They remembered how they dug and made their wishing wells but now they wished for life through the babies we do sell, and the partners left behind because their bodies grew too big or old to contain in the same zoo. So the good beings watch over them and bless them with bubbles wrapping light around them, respite from their energy troubles. Sailing on the wind their giant ears can no longer feel kicking up only mist washing away their dust.