180

180  
   
gone are the eyes of a fawn  
   
there are still traces of whimpering humanity there but that will be exorcised out   
to justify the destruction of a mortal enemy only identified minutes ago   
   
mahogany skin stretched tautly over sinew and bone pulsates in anticipation  
   
flared nostrils plead for oxygen  
   
for the merciless chambers serving as spigots pumping crimson pearls that will be given and taken,
  
and tasted   
   
legs coiled in perpendicular stance mimic the passage of time  
   
furrowed brows and whispered quivering lips beg the deliverance of a quick epitaph  
   
carved by ten boney caretakers wrapped in funeral black working in chorus   
   
one two  
counter  
one two three  
   
hot breathe evaporates through the padded headgear as the last sermon is preached   
   
water is held as ransom over the ropes in his father's fingertips  
   
because it's for the weak   
   
the old dilapidated stadium is empty save for this  
   
   
Presented in the Beyond Mouth and Mind challenge hosted by Atakti