@neauoire
March-Ember! Throughout the hemisphere, now down every road, wild noble pachyderms appear, duly dragging their palm leaves to the square, past bright-eyed human faces young and old, those broad rugged fronds laden with fragrant heaps of flower blossoms, and woody gourds, orange, green and gold, a symphony of sight and sound and smell too elaborate for words! Not to mention it's remarkably absurd.
March-Ember! down, down, all carried to the square, onto tinder made of hippo's hair, to set alight, for one and all, to cleanse the air, to make it right, to flap the bugs from out their ears, from Fall to Spring, (or was it Spring to Fall?,) elephants marching, trumpeting and tall,
(It's March-Ember!) to banish fears, and forgive everything, because we never forget anything, infamously elephants remember all, so every half a year, in front of human City Halls, the towering parade who every deed recalls, chooses to overlook arrears, to elect another king, to deputize the knights, to play Pachisi, and to imagine ancient foes and fights like little embers drifting glowing lifting going drifting in the night
This entire post was unintentional, but demanded I complete it. Now I'm free