<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elephant's Graveyard III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sanctified by elephants since time began-<br>elephants who accept their end uncomplainingly<br>with relief and nary a snivel<br>having long ago made it a point to live their lives well<br>and confident of this just repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, my God, ' you think, 'all the ivory.'<br>Ivory laying about, half-sunk, everywhere<br>strewn, grass-entangled, trip-you-up ivory, <br>because that's what's left of an elephant, after a bit-<br>after a century or so, that's quite all that's left, <br>a tusk of ivory bearing in this respect</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a sharp resemblance to a man's poetic toil<br>or the opera-ticket stub found in his breast pocket<br>by his grand-child, rummaging in the attic<br>a century after the time when the music stopped<br>and stopped forever, never to again resume; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">toppled stalagmites of ivory, some taller than a man, <br>cracked by the sun, washed by the rain, buffed by the moon.<br>Surely, someone would buy all that ivory for market<br>dice to make, dominoes, piano keys, dentures; <br>But how to get it home-would Swiss-Air take it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stowed in sheaths...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463659" data-title="Elephant's Graveyard III de Morgan Michaels" data-description="Sanctified by elephants since time began- elephants who accept their end uncomplainingly with relief and nary a snivel having long ago made it a point to live their lives well and confident of this just repose. 'Oh, my God, ' you think, 'all the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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