He sweats and swears
His tears stream in strain,
yes its pain no fear.
He jumps rope and pumps iron
but irony it is;
it is flesh and blood that run and burn.
down the hill he shuffles,
and up the other as he huffs and puffs.
His chest a manifestation of his strained effort
with pumping heart and puffing lungs.
Bolt like-he dashes in short burst
Rudisha like-he sprints the meters and rounds the bends.
His skin burns boiling hot
and sweat pours out down his back down his tight shorts.
A day, a week…
It is a call, a must….
to win the three pound round bout.
Amid the loud cheers
some in the carnivorous crowd jeer
wanting nothing but blood, for their money wagered
Men and women, old and young alike
Shout obscenities in unison
As they smoke cigars, wads of old weed
and swig of the booze.
The bass beats of music
Blasting away in reverberations
Intoxicate the atmosphere and set up a devilish mood.
Blood pumps, and testosterone surges through hundred bodies.
Souls of men drown to the maddening smoky-smell shit hole arena
The live broadcasters cough and burp in their endless chatter.
The devil smiles, this is home.
Then, they enter
Well build, oiled and charged
Men in their full glory
Like ram ready for an ancient rite.
The two men, upon the settling of the cheers and music
Face each other, murder in their eyes.
A total mismatch: a David vs the Goliath
The crowd cheer and applaud
Baying for balls and blood.
It was a last man standing match
Death or twenty million cash price.
The bell rings
and the swing, blows
kicks and punches set in.
The crowd cheers to every blow that lands home with a thundering boom!