The rain brutalized the pasture,
drops razor sharp on a verdant canvas.
The temperate wilderness was empty
except for a handful of white elephants.
They grazed the field of languid wraiths
and were pretty much invisible to
the shepherds who choked on
the meat of dreams. The pachyderms
would turn grey at times when
the Muse fed them with stray thoughts
and vegetation from the jungle
of Misuse.
--- Naomi Cammayo
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