Here I am
The last rhino
Speaking at the RN (The UN for rhinos)
But how am I to know if I am the last one?
Where is my census tally?
I wander through the Serengeti
I see the baboons and the lions
Lions can be real jerks
So I push on
I cross the river
And see buxom bodies
“Would you like to le mate?”
I say in my most suavest fashion.
“We are hippos,” they say.
“Fuck off,” being the conclusion.
I wander further
Through the plains
I see long neck creatures
Eating leaves I cannot reach
“Are you possibly rhinos?” I ask, this time terribly uncertain.
“No. We are giraffes. We eat leaves that you can’t reach. We also look very different to you, idiot.”
How was I to know?
They took my mother very early
I barely remember
A long stick went bang.
And Mum went quiet.
What am I supposed to do, Mum?
But Mum didn’t answer.
So I ran.
They took her horn
No idea why
Must be for a good reason though
Maybe I’m alone
Maybe I’m the last one
Maybe I don’t have a purpose anymore.
Maybe they’ll put me out of my misery.
I see meerkats.
Least I think I do
They were there a second ago
Their heads sticking out of the earth
But they hide
It’s very lonely.
I walk up to the water
And spot my own reflection.
When I smile I look good
But I don’t smile often.
A dark and scaly head rises on the surface
“How about a bite?” asks the crocodile.
I shake my horn. “No thanks.”
“Aww,” says the croc, “What If I become your friend?”
The offer is tempting,
But I eventually decline.
One day the humans return
With the long sticks that go boom
But these humans do not make me go quiet forever
They stand tall and surround me
One of them says he did bad in his life before
But now he wants to be good
He doesn’t seem to want my horn for some kind of medicine
For that I am grateful
Together, we search the land for another rhino to befriend.
But we never find her
Because the damage has already been done
And so I finally complete my census tally
Where the number stays at one.