Rhinoceros Head

My mind is full of rhinoceros words.

They move through the long, dry grass with a monster tread

and paw with an angry snort at the ground in my head.

They roam through the wide, green veldt that is hot and high

and lower a lance at a glance

of a tiny eye.

My mind is hard with rhinoceros words,

that turn on the dusty earth in a slow dust storm,

a thundering drum of words in a monster form,

and charge with unstoppable speed and a terrible dread

till they burst with a roar through my poor

RHINOCEROS HEAD!