Let Language Lead

Dirty tiles slide men without extra heads.
There is a place where elephants discuss men.
They talk of Ivory as a king.
Memories dance like earthworms do in farms of salt.
They have scales, fragrances and signatures.
When time snails through an isle of death,
Cold elephants share warmth with women.
Women conceive men, elephants and pain.
This is how we swim the poodle without fins.
This is a tale of elephants, women and magic.

Younglan and LARDO