The Lion, Tamer

I have fought you in tears for years, useless in our abuse, an excuse for entertainment at the merriment of no one save we two and we knew the outcome, always the same the shame in the unfought defeat, fresh meat for the masses to feed on and laugh at on our behalf. And at morning’s light, the same fight of we two, me and you going round and round in a cage, our own stage of self-destruction, and an eruption of no one clapping in amusement, a bemusement and a confusing silence as I realize that the whip that’s hurting me is the very same one held by me.