Nathan Martin Poet I do not know?

Ruckus Me Ruckus

my name is the ruckus and i am sure
    to bruise and clot all hemoglobin, 

turn bright to dark red, metal to rust, 
rain and mud in a season, 

 i'll reckon to smash a oblong pigskin through 
some lines and create a british rumpus, 
a proper ructioning, ruckus.

 then maybe i'll spit some dark blood out the 
side of old an black and white photograph. 
cause i am the original ruckus.. ruckus..

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