Carved Ivory
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Laurence Overmire
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The elephant remembers
The bones
Exposed on dry Earth
Caught in a tangle of splintered wood
Turned over and over again
The lip of the trunk drinking
The scent of the lost
The spirit departed
Grief hanging in the hot
Charge of the desert sun
A deep moan bellowing from the center
of the beast
Pouring across the floodplain
Much too low for inhuman ears
To decipher.
~ Laurence Overmire
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