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yet so futile How did it ever start? How does it ever start?? One dising another??? Two young gladiators Choreographed in a sinuous dance of death In an arena of concrete and asphalt On a dead end Brooklyn street. Skin gleaning in the early morning sun Blades alternately blinding and shinning in the sun Gladiators turning and circling wile keeping eyes on the eyes and eyes on the blade Young energy so directed, yet so futile A lunge and a stab! A lunge and a stab! Each step so measured, yet so futile Crowd howling in delight as the gladiators do their dance But then a lunge, a stab, a connection Crowd hushed in awe A bright crimson bubble emerges from the nostrils of a gladiator He falls, The dance has ended!!!!! |
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