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Even the elephants (Free verse) by ecargo
Now the elephants knowâ
they have learned the high places
where green forest walls form a calyx
around them, hiding the sky
(even the sky).
So still in the dim brush,
their gray bulks shift
shape to shadow, pierced
leaf-light. They fade
in the gloom and hide
like the sky.
For thick on thick air:
the sulfurous storm stink,
windborne, the blood scent,
far thunder, a portent
of days red with men.
The hard hail that kills,
the hard eyes that see
through the tangle to sky,
and even the elephants,
even the elephants die.
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.166667
Weighted score: 6.1205893
Overall Rank: 1093
Posted: February 1, 2006 6:51 AM PST; Last modified: February 3, 2006 2:51 PM PST
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You've out-Plathed Plath.