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Poem: Rhinoceros

Rhinoceros My head It's a head with still some hair My heart It's a heart with still some love My body Used, slowing, a rhinoceros Without a horn Approaching extinction My soul Is it still me for an hour? Existential crisis I've run that gamut before Just softening the blow Of a million Frazier left hooks That rhino armor will deflect Yet not erase My youth My life. © 2019 by Michael Jones

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