The problem
is the heart of men
they slaughter these Bulls
on a fight day
some 10
are murdered in cold blood
and children look on
the matador’s brave
and the bulls
have all gone
one to their maker
its great pools of fear
bloodied and tortured
ripped of all cheer
a child ambles by
a sweet little soul
and kicks the dead bull
with her plimsoll sole
she wants a bit of the action
she knows
he’s dead she is helping
him go I suppose
Spain its all in the NAME