Bring the War Home
Gene Meyer, Jack McBride, Gobinda Senchury
Blood seeps from his bandaged knuckles
Smearing itself on the rubber canvas
Like drunken kisses
From a one night stand
He punishes the mat for hours
Cross after cross
Sweep after sweep
Elbows purpled by the relentless pushback
The bag sways like a hung bandit
Stiffened corpse dancing in the wind
His joints bristle
As he prepares for another round
It’s to no avail
Relief has failed
A hate-seeking missile
Without a target
That bitch of a war
How we all died in it
We all died in it
