Fleance Candide Biography

As mountains gloom and winter bites
A hardened man
Trudges the scarlet-crossed fields
Of an oriental desert -
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So where are your mammoths?
Thundering, blundering into the ghosts

Of elephants; trumpet and tusks
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Solemn faces stare blankly ahead
Like statues of ice; there is but a cold glare.
A look
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Dusty jackets coughing with age;
Leathered bindings of royal red -
The pockmarked paper skin
Of wrinkled literati. A living atlas
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I see a world of mud -
A spectacular spectrum confined to
Colours converging; merging into the muck.
But what do I care?
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