The Fighter

He is down for the count

he is down

and somewhere something's gone wrong,

in the notes of child's

melancholy song

and my soliloquy to the gods

-I said:

show us and

save us and

heal all our souls,

before her voice fades,

before he hits the canvass,

before it's me,

for whom the bell tolls...

And now the fighter

falls to his knees,

hypnotized by the words the canvass breathes:

When the strong are gone,

and only the meek remain,

Become the hero,

become the one

before the bravest of us

have to go.