I heard the Western Black Rhino was declared extinct.
At the turn of the 20th century, their numbers were
estimated to be a million, but we have not seen one since 2006.
They've been completely hacked from the watering hole,
horns snagged in a bag of poacher tricks
Poachers love to maim.
Saw off sanctity and pummel bone into grit.
They are not uncommon.
I am 15,
my friend's birthday party.
There is a poacher at the sleepover.
He grins at me from across the room.
I did not know to not trust those dark teeth.
smile glints long and jagged like hunting knife.
Poachers are clever as heat.
It is 5:00 am,
the couch starts shaking.
I've never seen such kill in a man's eyes
I'm snared in drowsy's net
My hard legs scream stop.
This is the trigger.
He unsheathes his smile,
The moon beams against his wobbling hands
The rest was easy.
his wrist in my waist,
the fear in my sweat
his hands pound into my pelvic bone
Give me it damn it.
He is ruthless,
I can never show my thighs again, they are too hunted and gashed,
his knife carved them foul. I will forever be muddied in his poacher's grime,
I pray that no one will ever see how violated I've become.
I will haul this with me to college.
Where I will shiver at parties
because I think everyone has Drowsy's net sitting in their back pockets.
Where I will look into my roommate's eyes,
pray that he won't have the kill of a poacher,
that he won't yank a hunting knife out at 5am
and maim me like I'm just another rhino.