Hills Like White Elephants

The heat pays attention to the pale type on his back he carries all shoulders like the old mammal
A cowardly search for a female find a weaker prey altar bound for worship to his higher ground
No deadlier can boredom be than to lock away in an ivory egg such quivering life such unfaded beauty
She dies young she stays pretty
In hills like white elephants
so bring to life that void in love that addicts the addicted and swallows resentment