Burnt Bull

  • Photography  Dusan Szokolovics
  • Poetry  Lily Green
Out goes the light,
Reeling from pain, he catches his breath.
The fight, long over, circles fresh in his mind
Rousing and stirring and frightening and
Dark is the long night of conscious
Out goes the light.

Once equal, the balance of power
Is gone. Out goes the light.
How did it get to this?
The struggle, pointless. The end, inevitable.
Guilt. Pride. Shame. Adoration.
Out goes the light.




 

 



 




 

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