Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

Day's Work

The creature banked furiously,

slamming his opponent forward,

gushing blood,

ripping flesh,

and all in a day's work.

 

The fight had no particular grace,

only fury,

only anger,

and the night sky- a witness,

and all in a day's work.

 

His opponent hit him twice,

shattering bones,

and crushing muscle,

but he had to stay strong,

losing, could make everything go wrong.

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Charmaine Chircop April 24, 2009 at 8:54 AM the poet never a looser,the poet is a fighter indeed-smile;-)

Christopher Higgins December 16, 2008 at 6:29 AM Amazing write. The metaphors used made the piece come alive with force. Wonderful!