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