Today's poem is by James Doyle
The Rhinoceros Graveyard
On the way to the graveyard, the great white
rhino sidesteps the notion of becoming extinctwith a last great lunge at the notion of trees,
mud, savannah grass running a lifetime alongsidehis hide, rivers barely keeping up
with him, and a headlong fling into the last sunflattening itself against his eyes. The horns
of rhinos are congregating among secret leavesfor a last charge at the world. The hooves
scour the ground and it gives way. Rhino bodiesare sinking, tilting the earth this way and that.
You can feel the brusque turns in the airbristle like vertigo. All that tough rhino
skin nailing down a few million years of the past.
Copyright © 2008 James Doyle All rights reserved
from Poet Lore
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