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The Place where Elephants Die

Hidden away from the haunts of men, west of a widespread lake,

Out of the scope of human ken, in tangled thicket and brake,

’Mid arching trees where a foetid breeze ruffles the ragged sky,

Is the sombre place where the vanishing race of the elephants come to die.

Cullen Gouldsbury, Songs out of Exile