Poetry · Writing

The Final Bout

He battled across the shallow meadow and

flying steel kissed his ear. The shriek

sang the sweet song through wind pipes and muddy forearms.

His mother came down and dangled

her index on his cheek.

Life evacuated her son on the muddy earth

a kiss

and he was gone.

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