Bystanders feast on the spectacle
of her body, the elephant fed
 
lit cigarettes instead of grass. 
Even the largest killing is minutiae: 
 
copper sandals of elephant size, carrots
laced with cyanide, alternating currents—
 
not direct—Edison would insist.
The war of the currents and other inventions
 
are so often powered by bodies 
not our own. There is an easier way
 
to electrocute an elephant:
let power lines cluster, heavy as hives, 
 
wires stroking the grass—wait. 
The violence of no one is light enough.