Three snap shots of a Bulls day

Darkness is prevalent
Sombre and obscure
Drugged up to the eyeballs
And tortured this pure
Being is lost in a malevolent storm
Created by fighters
Of a fleeting form
Thoughtlessness exposed
And inconsideration
The evidence clear
Such discrimination
Unconsciousness
Ignorance bungling punks
Unskillful and shallow
I wish they lost chunks of flesh
In the ring
Tormenting for they
Are so unseeing
In every way

Of unsound mind
A madness I see
Pathological fiends
Such improbity
Perfidious logic
Each Counterfeit clown
Taunting the Bulls
And running them down

An exaggeration
Histrionics and more
Vulgarity unrestrained
Drawing the gore
Tasteless and uncouth
Ridiculously so
The garrulous rattle
Of words we don’t know

The calves in the water
Swim effortlessly
Joy from each pore
Anyone can now see
Through the reeds
That of Nature
The silence of soul
Embracing the light force
As part of the whole

The branding iron’s embers
The great bull remembers
The scourge of the flame
That levelled the skin
Fired up his emotion
All that commotion
The staggering drama
The pursuit of sin
The surf cold and washing
The three men on horseback
Long pointed swords
A cuadrills of sorts
The oncoming tragedy
Painfully obvious
Calamitous injuries
Revolting thoughts

In to the arena
A soul sensing agony
Drugged one can clearly see
Legs are adrift
Mind in a mirror
Flesh it be twitching
Groggy and seedy ailing and queer
A morbid infestation
An undrained location
Deterioration
Brought on by its fear

Its barbaric behaviour
Its warlike and vile
Instant hostility
Seen from a mile
The arena is heaving
The audience believing
Here is a savage Bull
Ready to fight
In fact the reality
A tortured angel
Wretched and plagued
And without sight

Dethroned by the torture
Defeated already
Running the boards
Crashing into the wall
Galloping madly
Already badly
Injured internally
And again it does fall

The unmartial act
The unsoldierly conduct
They nobbled the animal
Seemingly so
Its spirit is broken
Bowed down and chastened
Not wanting to be
Part of the sick show

His relentless demeanour
Demanding some respect
Forcing his legs to gallop
And run
But we see the weakness
We feel the aching
We sense the breaking
When the day is done