The Rhino

Rhino Rhino, chewing numb,
In the chasms of the night;
What courageous bone or nerve,
Could ban thy healthy honesty?
In what brilliant star or star
chewed the silver of thine mouth?
with what word dare he decide?
What the nerve, dare throw the silver?
And what courage, & what power,
Could burn the limits of thy head?
And when thy head began to learn,
What harsh nerve? & what harsh testes?
What the hammer? what the forge,
In what smithy was thy skin?
What the anvil? what harsh demand,
Dare its awful anger blow!
When the skies tore down their cloaks
And blessed men with their strokes:
Did he dream his fruits to see?
Did he who fed the rat feed thee?
Rhino Rhino, chewing numb,
In the chasms of the night;
What courageous bone or nerve,
Could ban thy healthy honesty?

Crunch!