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