Another Round
Stepping into the ring
For one more round
‘My shout!’ he calls out
And begins to sing
A final song of joy and despair
Off with the gloves
Make a fist of it
Your raw knuckles
At the ready to clasp
The punch-drunk reality of it
But there is no point
When enough has been
Reached. The opponent’s
Reach is always longer
No matter how many punches land
Hang up your gloves
Follow your love’s
Crazy vision. It won’t
Make a difference
You will always return in the end
To the genuine genie
Whose magic work
Comes to enchant
Everyone who rubs
The un-ignited fire of the bottle
Water of life, or
Liquid of death
Step into the ring
Take one last swig
You’ll be back again next time
That which was once OK
Has been reversed to KO
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