Power can be its own form of darkness
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.