Come Out Swinging

The field is full and the crowd is primed Scream and cries rent the air electric The mood is part sacrifice part slaughter The smell of ritual repentance hangs heavy Defeat floats around caressing the fringes The bell clangs in preparatory adjudication Sweet science of massacre in full flight Adrenaline rivers rush and over flow Bursting dams of timid cowardice Fear grips tight in vicious vice Blood tastes tease molars and pallets Blood drops singe hearts like bullets The countdown is on and Cain is raised The frenzy is now full bedlam chaos Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Seconds to go round 1! Second to go round 1! Repeats like a terrible echo Leaden legs attempt to loosen Arm raised with sinewy determination Sweat drips in torrid anticipation Months of welcoming hills and hell Welcoming torture and torment Welcoming bruises and bunion Lift ! Jab ! Weave ! Hurl ! Do not drop ! Do not drop ! Just come out swinging With everything little thing you’ve got !