Theme For a Wrestler
The crushed carapace
Adoring the hard back of crab
Let my back
Forever float a space
No matter the dingy space
And the hot stream of the teeming crowd
And at the heart of the groove and thicket
Fresh fronds will arise
Like the new bride
To kiss the morning sky
Fresh leaves with caress the sun
No matter the boulder thickness of my rival’s muscles
Thr bristling anger of his biceps and triceps
My bank shall not kiss the earth
No matter the mangrove depth of the swamp
Epithets shall wave at the sky
Before dusk
It is the battle rhythm of the valorous wrestler
In the jungle of earth battles
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