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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6 comments:

  1. An amazing story for sure, such an awful pursuit by twisted people, but great poem, full of truth, and wonderful closing line.

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  2. Yes, I read that story at the time and thought there was a delicious poetical irony to it. You've captured it wonderfully.

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  3. Brilliantly avoiding all the pitfalls (pun not intended!), a powerful and compelling poem. I am full of admiration.

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  4. I hope I'll be forgiven if I am slow to catch up & don't always comment, but am writing to say I'm very much enjoying these poems. Continued bravas & bravos!

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