A poem about humanity and violence, seen through boxing
Adolescent heads constricted Tight grasp of aging leather and foam Musk of aged exertion accompanies tang of new Sweat highlight armpits, Pink stains tile the ring. Will I bleed? Call my name. Step into ring. Mirrors, gray walls fade Tunnel vision Jaws clench We circle. Testing, prodding. Waking beasts of temper. Pulse hammering ears, Forget to breathe Draw closer, sizing up Dark eyes over red fists I HookBodyJabFace Flatten nose Distant voices Must be a point Dark eyes lose their cool On the defensive now carefully Careless vicious blows open face Circle out of reach on toes and I JabFaceCircleJabFace Hail of red Bashed in the nose Animal rage emerges Possess me Ready to maim, avenge Kill. Fists fly unbidden Flat on heels Grunting angrily Distant sound Keep grinding fists to face White shirt entering vision Referee- s**t, it was the bell Back away warily Gasping for air, aftermath of primal exertion Instinct-autopilot disengages slowly Gray walls and bright mirrors slide into focus Other people around the ring, silent Squirt of warm water Back to nursing ragged lungs Emptily contemplating the floor Strut to center of ring Staring into dark eyes Jaw clenched, arms and abs tense Pulse accelerates, adrenaline anger rises Bump fists Bell rings I JabFaceUppercutJabFace Blood spurts Joy in the depth of the gut Crushed his nose Hurt him Broke him Consuming satisfaction. There is no more blood But many more punches Later, sweat-soaked and bone weary Peeling away damp gloves, wraps, headgear We are alone in the equipment room Surrounded by empty skulls and still fists Good fight, man. You too. Back on the shore of civility Taken aback by ourselves. Rage subsides, leaving only soul exhaustion We piece together torn humanity. Men, not beasts, I think to myself Trying hard to convince
The rhythm in this is fluid and consistent I can feel the pulse of this piece and the fight you are depicting. The strength of this is its brevity I like how most of your lines are only a few words with minimal syllables because it adds to the excitement and swiftness of fighting. I think you should play that up more. They're are some instances, thr seventh stanza for example, where you begin to lose that sharp brevity I think maybe because you want to explain what's happening but perhaps you should strip it down more and let the reader fill in the blanks. The omission you use is good. I think you can use it more
The rhythm in this is fluid and consistent I can feel the pulse of this piece and the fight you are depicting. The strength of this is its brevity I like how most of your lines are only a few words with minimal syllables because it adds to the excitement and swiftness of fighting. I think you should play that up more. They're are some instances, thr seventh stanza for example, where you begin to lose that sharp brevity I think maybe because you want to explain what's happening but perhaps you should strip it down more and let the reader fill in the blanks. The omission you use is good. I think you can use it more
gosh, this is a really exhilarating read...
... your pace, word choice & theme coalesced brilliantly
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apart from the odd tense clash i really can't pick any bones about this