born from the blind alley

  
my worth was measured
by my nerve to slug another man  
a man who was much older  
larger and stronger  
   
   
he’d belt me with a coil of leather
bound to an eager fist  
till I witnessed my father’s downfall  
the day he was broken by another man  
   
   
it was inevitable  
that men would turn into animals  
and fight in cages in some  
perverted blood lust  
so brutal  
it’s senseless  
to tear our eyes away from the slaughter  


fists and elbows smash men into raw meat  
bodies slam the canvas  
faces piss blood  
smeared into a masterpiece of pain  
   
 
fighters grapple for limbs
twisting each other into knots
forcing joints beyond the point
where muscle and ligaments are torn from bone  
until the battle is over  
and the disfigured emerge from the arena  
reborn in the destruction    
 
 
this is the closest a man will get to true strength
required for giving birth
to his own abomination  
   
   
such a bloody tragedy  
that men go to war to prevail enemies  
we drink for health to numb the pain  
we stick our cocks inside cunts to feel love  
and we spoil our children to fail as fathers  
   
   
men destroy love  
to prove we are only worthy to breathe
alone  
   
   
this fight to survive is not beaten into a boy  
and the scent of death  
can not be washed from doctors hands  
a man is born  
crowned in gore  
when he is delivered into this world  
and placed upon the bosom  
for his first taste of victory