by smithpeter
I know I am the first and maybe I'll be the only one to comment. There should be more comments on this poem and the rest. I don't know what's going on with the elephants, but I know it's wonderful.
With the way that sentence never ends and overwhelms, elephants make perfect sense in this humorous word play.
A sea of Maelstrom winds seems to take these lines and blow them back into the past ~ images - violent and stark move this poem until it ends up in a garden in the summertime.