The Man Ali
A giant, he growls like a lion, hops
like a butterfly, and stings like a bee.
In his mouth, a viper's fang; a punch
fells a foe and folds up a fight.
He shares the outer space with lightning
and thunder, hones the art of rumble in
the jungle. Thriller in Manilla arcs across
the sky, emitting hysteric waves
beneath the clouds, echoing A-li! A-li!
Parkinsoned awhile, he totters till
the rumble, the thrill, and the echo
fade out...The oak tumbles.
The world erupts: The Greatest's Gone!
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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