The ivory on the outer tusks
is OK, but to get the really good stuff
you gotta cut his face off.
Hack through that crinkled
grey, sand-paper petti-coat
and all those
pounds of bone and muscle.
It’d take hours,
swinging sweaty
under the sunshine,
hundreds of
bloody crunches
before it slips
from the flesh.
Any old stooge can plug
Dumbo full of slugs,
but only the real go-getters
go that extra
inch.















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<salshep> but then I have a thing for wood
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