He's wearing shorts - Bermuda jodhpurs!

There was a time when broad thighs swelled
                                                                                      Titan-taut
and he arrogant-stood astride whole worlds,
                                                                                     a Rhodes Colossus
snubbing all
while small ships sneaked through
                                                                         a-yaw,
                                                                                         keel-slicing spray
and Argonauts shrunk down, awed
and thought him
Zeus.

Those taupe half-legs now flap like sails
like mocking amputee sleeves;
the mainsail's unmanned by squalls,
the trimmers have abandoned ship
and what was once fully rigged 
lists... blighted, shattered, gaunt.

          Yet still he totters, bluffing fate,
          gunslinger-taunting dueller death,
          his wishbone-swagger armouring -

          in his
          own
          mind,

                       anyway.