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.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2008
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