Elephant night, a scoundrel,
gray hump of clay,
some unboom’d bomb.
Small-eyed wanderer,
old and fast, goes up them mountain heights,
bundle from old lagoon in hand.
Green leaf canticle surrounds,
sacred unwritten glory texts,
hard hit in evolution chance;
death-gobbling menace:
this heavy forest.
Acquired groans build
broken homes.
Flightless things
walk and heave
on breach of crackling earth.
