Like the Minotaur
Once the ricks that formed
The Labyrinth’s remit
At last rotted away
Crashing through and
Blinded by the sun
Thudding into the dust
Bellowing “We’ve got this licked!”
Like the whale
Thumping up the beach
Air paddling its pectoral fins
Towards the dunes
While booming subsonically
“We’ll beat this thing!”,
Fine grains of sand
Rasping in its blowhole.
Like the elephant
That’s suddenly in Outer Space,
Trying to trumpet
In the starlit silence
Of the total vacuum,
“Maybe now I’m immune, who knows?”
Giving a thumbless thumbs-up
In the nano-seconds prior to oblivion.