Feb 2017
the curs keep on coming
the crowds keep on chanting
the arena is not grand
emperors do not watch
as blood sprays the plywood
walls thrown up to pen these pits
in their epic struggle to
keep blackness from overcoming them
the spitting spectators
long ago lost their souls
now there is only survival
of the meanest bull in the ring
and the resentful surrender
of a few bucks, if their dog loses
and the removal of the dead
while the blood dries, and the next beasts snarl
the crowds keep on chanting
the arena is not grand
emperors do not watch
as blood sprays the plywood
walls thrown up to pen these pits
in their epic struggle to
keep blackness from overcoming them
the spitting spectators
long ago lost their souls
now there is only survival
of the meanest bull in the ring
and the resentful surrender
of a few bucks, if their dog loses
and the removal of the dead
while the blood dries, and the next beasts snarl
two minute poem--two minute poem has no guidelines other than it must be written in 2 minutes or less--editing is permitted, but no words may be added after the initial 2 minutes (this one actually took about 2 minutes and thirty seconds--the last line took an extra half minute--2.5 minute poem??)
