Horrible Death

V. On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose

V.

On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The elephant, like listless clouds,
Wanted a peanut—just one!

The birds rose smiling in their nests,
The gales indeed were done;
Alas! The elephant drank too much
And missed out all the fun.

The quiet nonchalance of death
No daybreak can awake;
But peanuts for a pachyderm
Could stem her great headache.

 

—

Her second draft, and interpretation.

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