the five fighters push past
at a slow run
their sweating form
a unified theory of motion
their thoughts
a universe of devotions
to the craft of defeat and victory's
they move with concentration through
the steady persistence of rain
as a single
organism of denials of the ability to
surrender to the dull life

as they push past you
pacing the wet pavement with careworn step
you can feel the cheering crowd
you can sense the elation
of the upraised fist of championship
and the eyes of the world upon
as they push past you sense
what it means to be
undefeated
undefeatable

five fighters
at a slow run
in the steady uncaring rain
and as they push past your
broken wheelbarrow existence
they reach out from within to share their strength
for the greatest champion
knows the strength of frailty