Round two sounds the bell,
Flesh wounds are new.
It blisters.
**** filled sores.
The wait begins.
“How long will it be?
Perhaps an hour.
Wait! Perhaps—
Perhaps they wouldn't come.
Yes! My way out of it all.
A hero’s escape.
They just couldn't get me in time.
Maybe I’ll die in the wait—
I’d rather die in hope.
Alas, the stretcher of life comes.
**** it.
I live to fight another day.”