Saturday, 19 February 2011

The Cock Up

These games are do or die.
Strap a blade on us,
throw us in the ring and place your bets.
You could win maybe ten thousand dollars!

We are killers—los gallos
en la arena—
you stick your neck out—
you get hurt.
When the razor comes down—
on the cock-sure—
they won't be so cocky ...
anymore.

You are standing by, watching us stab
each other for your sport.
You are shouting so loudly, and
nobody
is going to hear
your screams
when I turn the blade that draws so much blood—
and pays the highest dividends—
on you.

Who is "cock-of-the-walk" now, amigo?

©  Kat Mortensen


Rooster stabs man to death at cockfight

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