Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Knockout

Hit so hard,
6,7,8 - a voice calling out.
I see red,
on my hands and his.
Count starts again,
1, 2, 3, - I can't get up.
Yet I rise,
only to be hit again.
Made of lead,
8, 9, 10 - counted out.
Hand held high,
on him, the victor.

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