This poem is taken from PN Review 145, Volume 28 Number 5, May - June 2002.
Ten Arrivals
Anon. Benin
Elephant
Big-ball elephant
sits like a hill:
Glory Enormous!
slapping his fear-fans.
Snaps trees, stamps fields,
rips up men like rags,
hangs them on branches.
Scram if you see him!
Glory Enormous!
Boom! Boom!
Scram if you hear him:
spiky-palm-cruncher,
ashblack earthquake.
Judders forests,
Glory Enormous,
stopless trampler!
Huntable at home,
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