Street Fight

A few words for myself tonight, to remind me that Washington may have lost most of the battles but still won our independence through keeping his army together and hope alive.

Swing

When logic's blood blooms from the practiced barb

And stands half blind and blinking behind bewildered rage

And human eyes, the crowd of human eyes, look out like a ring of dogs

Waiting, panting, watching for the fear to rise like a blinding fog

Swing

And throw the horns of the heart into the color of dread

Swing

Against the onset of mindful, meditating, sadistic ends

Swing

And rampage like the captive; sweating and alone

Swing

And remember the wounds of the flesh more readily mend.