By Angela M. Kneale
Hypertext Experimental poetry
1999
where the Elephants weep
Rocks once
Crushed
underfoot Man
has no Trust
rolling across
the Desert like an
armadillo might.
he Tears
trees
supple young
Limbs
Droplets of water
sliding down roughed
Trunks, Disappear
at the sight of
Small shady Trees
comfort
comes
(only a mirage)
leaves
Crumble like glass made
from desert sand
Barren trees stand alone
in stark heat and
lizards sprint between
shady Rocks.
