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Game of Beast and Man
……….... On act two, my handkerchief dropped down on my weakening feet, escaping the wipe of tears from my sullen lids: by this time children too young to make their own milk burst into deafening cheers shouting for more blood… the matador in graceful sways of his cape derailed his prey again---a wounded bull pierced by stabs on the neck and shoulders: but this was not enough. Wincing in pain, the sword dug into its lungs as the shock in my throat creaked like dried sandpaper raking with the quivering thud of an exhausted animal roused into a public arena for a play, disturbed, confused… and the fiesta music played with such passion of slaughter until the stag rolled on the floor, crowned with spears on the head, and finally unto its heart. I could not breathe in the sound of victory swaggering women’s ruffled skirts and male hats flipping off on an aching sky. Before the dying beast was dragged back into its den and the bullfighter bowed to the echoing adulation of the crowd smelling of death and glory, I run out, dazed---finding solace from shelling some pesetas for a laced fan so delicate in the elegance of its design--- my cheeks wanting to catch a wisp of fresh air. The game of bull and man tasted sour on my pagan tongue. ……….. * my first bullfight experience in Madrid, Spain For Joe Flach’s Contest Contest by nette onclaud
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