From: davidsands@yahoo.com   
      
   they rise to your touch   
   like a woman stranded   
   for a zillion years and they sing   
   as only an elephant corpse   
   can sing -- half the song is distance   
   and half is disbelief   
   the ivory cracks your skull   
   breaks your fingers and buries   
   your god in the mud perhaps now   
   you can play   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)