Poem: 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