Alexander's 'Urhino'

Standing at my bench one day, brain in neutral, the words urinal and rhino collided in my head,. I could see what the resultant 'Urhino' would look like. So a quick trip to Jewsons provided a shop soiled urinal, that's 'Shop Soiled!' So with the addition of some polyurethane insulation and car body filler, 'Urhino' was born. A short stopover at a car-body respray facility resulted in a seamless product. Shortly after this I was invited to partake in an exhibition of work inspired by a poem or story. Having the object, I was allowed to submit a poem inspired by the object.

Safari
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On the great green grassy African plain,
dotted hither and yon with thorn trees,
an angle of Giraffes moves from tree to tree.
Prehensile tongues stripping leaves.
Is it Acacia? I know we’ve been told.
Every time the rains fail, or the rains fall.
That nice man from the BBC, he knows.
In between the trees, an estate of Termite castles,
millions of tiny minds with but a single thought.
Thank God, they’re not bigger.
A slink of Lions watches a deer,
anticipation writ large.
A sneak of Jackals watches the Lions,
anticipation writ large.
A crossing of Zebras grazes unconcerned.
A raucous of vultures fights over road kill,
the sprint of Cheetahs left behind.
Safari buses queue to view the remains.
A troop of Guides alert for danger,
peers anxiously into the bush haze.
20,000 Americans a year need home comforts.
The widow from Arkansas won’t squat.
The accountant from Salt Lake City,
has issues with privacy, and his mother.
Canvas siding hides the performers,
from the bush curious beasts watch intently.
Small bright eyes slowly blink, small ears twitch,
massive nostrils quiver at alien smells.
Territory is being invaded.
The blunder of Rhinos shifts restlessly,
enough is enough, they charge.
Ripping through the encampment,
the Widow has no problem squatting,
the accountant finds public performance no hindrance.
The Rhinos, triumphant, depart, trailing tatters.