I can’t say that I saw the Tooth itself,
but I did see the bedizened elephant that carried it —
as important a performer, surely, as Chesterton’s donkey —
and heard the clamour and trumpeting
of the accompanying throng.
Our balcony was high above the road
along which the procession passed like a turbulent river
bearing away an unseen holy relic,
bearing elephants, bearing everything away.