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My Les A Murray parody
An absolutely ordinary elephant makes tracks
to the breeding grounds of India
stops off to raid the Frost Free, terrorise
a few local farmers. Now that
forests are a vague memory (even
to an elephant who can't forget)
he finds beer and Sang Som liquor
absolutely to his taste.
Maybe he could cry, but doesn't.
A decade past he blundered into their lotus pond
which was wrong, very wrong -
the instinct of the more stupid Buffalo.
Imagine: picking cashews from the tree,
playing soccer with the kids,
sleeping off a feast
under its shady branches.
Cousins, midwesternised, collegiate,
grow into men,
make homes with wives and calculator brains.
Then, come Sunday
the mothers call in the herd
in shopping mall gardens
so air-conditioned the plants are Alpine evergreen,
where they all come running,
rich and poor, mainly the poor;
when an elephant, absolutely ordinary,
blimp-like, pink and perfumed
takes off over the parking lot,
pursued by the very young.
God of all good fortune
cheered on by traffic police.
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