Elephant

Why do we talk of the

elephant in the room

when there are no

violent stomps, no

stentorian trumpets, no

deep gouges made by

sharp tusks, no bibelots swept off by a

prehensile trunk, no

humming heaps of ordure, no

eye-stinging scent of piss, indeed only an

unnatural silence which to some is

strangely elephant-shaped.

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