the elephant in the room

I don't want to hide
behind my words
this time,
words woven as usual
like a silk sari -
smooth, elegant,
pretty, flowing,
drawing you into
her mysterious folds,
letting you drape yourself
in whatever way you choose;
for sometimes,
like today,
even poetry
gets in the way
of the world,
when what must be spoken,
must be spoken out loud,
for there is no other way
sometimes,
to see and honour
the elephant in the room.