The Matador
the bleeding bull
and now the bleeding Matador
worked into a frenzy by the team
the arrogance was bound to score
no humbleness no humility
just swank self praise
and haughtiness
pomposity
a slip and he
was set upon
and gored mercillessly
the horn went through
his throat
and came
out of his mouth
who would claim
the agony
of this injury
which all the world
now could see
you tantalise
a dying bull
riled up and angry
bound to pull
bound to try
to cause some pain
before the spears go in again
loss of blood
his frenzy we
witnessed
and eternity
blood coughed up
the Matador
got his come uppence
via his jaw
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.