I am elephantine
I am charging, drumless, toward nothing
No one stole anything from me
Old nemeses, you and I
I know you helped the third son
Because despite what you thought magic should look like
You were entranced from the moment you heard my drums
Because you couldn't get me out from under your skin
Call me pachysubdermal
And now as I careen
I am a sight of arresting beauty:
Thousands of pounds moving all at once
Skin scored with deep, branching rivulets
I am unflinching, hurtling forward
And potent as memory
However strong you may be, Merisier,
When you have won the story,
I will break into a thousand tiny pieces
Spread all over the country
And the final word--the ceaseless echo of elephant footsteps--
Will not be yours, vodou man, but mine
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