Former World Wrestling Champ
Bursting biceps, boulder shoulders
terrifying to see,
a menacing mountain of a man
that he used to be.
But now his frail frame sinks shrunken,
stolid in a stretcher,
skin, the tinge and touch of the back
of a peeled wallpaper.
His hollow eyes cast, beneath bony brows
of his frayed face,
a ghastly gaze at his veins with I.V.
needles in place.
Kept behind nursing home's dour doors
are closed and closing lives;
this ex-world wrestling champ wastes away
till the end arrives!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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