first poem-
kettledrums and wrestler elephant and elephant keeper
tighten your waistband fasten your curly locks
sovereign of elephants, seized (him) by his trunk
--- slipping the hold darting between pillars of feet
the elephant smells the sweat, he slips free
grasping him by his tail as an eagle a snake dodging
left-right midst twirl of hips as boy with calf
then suddenly forward Wham on the head
and still more feints and more and hits.
by. now. furious gashed
elephant
a final gore with its tusklips blood phlegmed yellow each separate tooth
goaded.
but he lifts him by the trunk hurls him to the ground stepping like a lion he tears the tusk
& then also breaks the skull of the elephant keeper.
holding tusk as ripened fingernail aloft as trophy he enters,
rut and further elephant fluid on his muscle
lotus face,
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