Rough draft of a poem written recently in a meeting:
A monstrous elephant
is rampaging through this meeting room,
thrusting his tusks through the upholstery
and battering away at the polished tabletop.
His massive head butts up under
the lip of the table, overturns it
and tramples heedlessly on the meeting
minutes, paper clips, and agendas.
The conversation glides quietly on,
with barely a ripple to mar
the calm surface.