Spirit of a Champion
gaping mouth kiss to canvass
on my jugular death’s caress
my spirit’s quenched combust
a champion in defeat’s bust
eyes swollen shut, “and he’s out!”
down for the count on my gut
prey food to a superior predator
beneath the boot of my victor
ear compelled to my new level
to the maniacal laughter of the devil
gasping bloodied snot for breath
choking on own uprooted teeth
flashing a mockery of embarrassment
cameras capture my lowest moment
in my fading hour...falling apart
in living colour...creating art
twelve rounds in life’s gruelling bout
going toe to toe with an unfair lout
to be counted out of existence
I will accept with reluctance
“one, two,” referee takes a closer look
eight seconds to be written out of the history books
“...three, four, five, six, seven...” don't hesitate
...and I’m up at the count of eight!
SPIRIT OF A CHAMPION
Thabang Jan Ngoma
22-07-2015
For Contest Name: Get Low
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
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