Horns

There are horns on all of your heads.
You smile at me, we shake hands...
But there are horns on all of your heads.
It doesn't take an artist
To paint a picture of your bony, new
Accessories. I could sketch them with
My own two hands. A few of you skewer
Your social security cards or taxes on them.
They are pale, pale white.
A bird has impaled itself on a
Horn of yours.
There are horns on all of your heads.
But where are mine?