And the giraffe planted an ear in the corn
As a token of love for Nijinsky, the fawn,
Who danced in the ear like a creature possessed.
And it came to pass there came from the West
Metallic battalions. The grazing gazelle
Jerked up its head at these neighbours from hell
As the matriarch of the elephant herd
Trumpeted quiet to the eloquent bird
Till all you could hear in the shimmering heat
Was the barking of orders and crunching of feet
The droning of engines high in the air
And, back on the ground, a cry of despair.