fight fight fight fight
fight fight fight fight
the battle cry is loud
fists pump into the air
I am startled by the two giants approaching the fire
they are full of tattoos; from necks all the way down their arms
and their torsos; he-men full of muscles
they begin to arm wrestle, which seems odd
I thought they would be punching and kicking
fight fight fight fight the crowd shrieks
like gladiators in a stadium they out glare each other
my boys, a woman next to me says
and their women, of course
for the first time I notice the two women at the front
leading the battle cry
fight fight fight fight
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