Slugged under a sharp jab
pressed deep unto my skin
by a master pugilist – In
time this shall pass with
time’s rule of any life –
a bruise to follow [after
an hour] – deeper blues –
slugged by their tongue’s
beating under my skin – I
am from their skin & bone
combination – jab – jab –
I am in that corner [with
a bucket of spat blood] –
We will be counted down –
we will all be found cold