Sweat and avarice
Were pungent under
The cloud of dust
From the pit
As seen through
The dim light.
Arms beat in the air
Voices raised to cheer, in anger,
Money on the line
And exhort the handlers
And their champion
Ready to fight.
The birds rose as one
With there weapons on display
A burst in their rising
And descended in a cloud
Of feathers, spikes, and bites
The dust rising higher.
The yellow of the breastplate
Of the contender
Stained crimson
With the mortal wounds
Of the loser
That night.
Quiet did not come
For the barking the dogs
The whoops of the crowd
And the brays of their masters
Collecting their share, their cut,
Of ill-gotten gain.
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edited June 12, 2015
Cock Fight - v3
(editing original)
edited February 13, 2014
Cock Fight – v2
June 2004
Cock Fight
(just seeing if I could write it)
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