Ex-Wrestler In a Nursing Home

. Boulder shoulders, bursting biceps, terrifying to see, A menacing mountain of a man, well, he used to be. He would brutally barrel through each frightened, fleeing foe. Many still fear him so, although that was long, long ago. Now, from beneath the bony, bushy brows of his frayed face, He casts a ghostly gaze at his veins, I.V. needles in place. His shrunken, skeletal frame sinks stolid in the stretcher. His skin, the tinge and touch of the back of a peeled wallpaper. Here he must wait and wilt away the weeks till the end arrives. Behind this nursing home's closed doors hide closing and closed lives. .