With tears in my eyes
\nand a lump in my throat
\nI sit here today
\nhearing some gloat
\nas a great soul is
\nslaughtered
\nand falls to the ground
\nand listen dear friends
\ndid you hear my heart pound<\/p>\n
a calf is let loose
\nin a field where’s there’s grass
\nhe observes, with his nerves
\nthe freshness, to pass
\nbut its not easy
\nfor ruminants do
\nlove the sweet taste
\nwhich is why we chew<\/p>\n
and there is such energy
\nwatch as he leaps
\nkicks his back legs up
\nits now how he reaps
\nthe joy of the sunshine
\nthe taste of the green
\nthe breeze in his eyes
\nfrom the whole lovely scene<\/p>\n
as the years pass
\nhe learns
\nhis confidence grows
\nhis muscles are bigger
\nthe blood in him flows
\nhe watches the seasons
\nhe sucks in the sights
\nthe woods and the trees
\nhe is reaching new heights<\/p>\n
his existence fulfilling
\nexpectations within
\nhe is learning to love
\nwhich does underpin
\nall his emotions
\nthe friendships he makes
\nhe is whole in his outlook
\nand great strides he takes<\/p>\n
but little does he know
\nthe freedom enjoyed
\nis short lived
\nfor deep in his soul
\nhe’s employed
\nto be in,the arena
\nthe blood and the guts
\nthe screams of the horses
\nthose sweet silent mutts<\/p>\n
clad in their armour
\nridden by clowns
\nwith their haughty clothing
\nand the music that drowns
\nout their true existence
\nentrance the Bull
\nbold and experienced
\nwith his great pull<\/p>\n
the audience gasp
\nas he snorts and all see
\nhis eyes are as bright
\nas eyes ever could be
\nand there perched before him
\na peacock in gold
\nprancing about with a cape
\nhe’s been sold
\na dancer of sorts
\na priggish young soul
\nwho seems to imagine
\nthat he’s in control<\/p>\n
the bull is immense
\na great muscular beast
\nwith memories going back
\nto that very first feast
\nthat verdant green succulent grass
\nhe can taste
\nand now here before him
\na youth seems shame faced<\/p>\n
an ugly deceiver
\nwith swords of bright steel
\nreflections of sunlight
\nof what does reveal
\na lust for the limelight
\nthe cry of the crowd
\nthe ego is rattled
\nthe mask and the shroud<\/p>\n
the bull fights his corner
\nhe wants so much to
\npin this young blighter
\nand tear him into
\nbut he moves like a branch
\nin the wind and its hard
\nto pin him down
\nand even knock him off guard<\/p>\n
anger aforethought
\nas swords stick his back
\nthe fight is now on
\nand there is lots of flack
\nblood is outpouring
\nthe pains searing heat
\nthe agony surfaces
\nand does unseat<\/p>\n
the courage within him
\nas breaths become short
\nthe cry of the banshee
\nwas what he had thought
\nmore swords and more pikes
\nrip into him, he
\nrealises his end
\nmay now have to be<\/p>\n
saliva his spittle his life force
\nhis pain
\ndown on one knee
\nhe is going insane
\nwith the heat with the agony
\nand loss of blood
\nreally he’s drowning
\nnow in his own flood<\/p>\n
he catches the peacock
\nhis horns they do rip
\ninto this gyrating puppet
\na slip
\nof a boy really tossed like a doll
\nin the air
\nthe cries of the crowd
\nin his throes, he can share<\/p>\n
some of my pain
\nsome of my woe
\nas he hits the arena
\nI feel that glow
\na sensation perhaps
\nbut a reason to be
\nanother sword forced
\nvery deep into me<\/p>\n
I am lost
\nto the world
\nI am lost I am gone
\nbut with his dying breath
\nhe whispers upon
\nmy failing ear
\npardon dear friend
\npardon me
\nand that message did send<\/p>\n
a flutter into me
\nfor others who come
\nand suffer what I have
\nand there will be some
\nbut hopefully soon
\nless and less
\nas the light
\nleaves my dear being
\nmy final flight<\/p>\n
into the world where all bulls
\ndo go
\nI look back and see
\nthat body below
\ntorn open and broken
\npainful and lost
\nand that bloodied arena
\nand the great cost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
With tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat I sit here today hearing some gloat as a great soul is slaughtered and falls to the ground and listen dear friends did you hear my heart pound a … Continue reading