eyes sharp and fists curled,
squinting in the light,
you laugh and dare the dirty world
to get back up and fight.
you’ll draw an aching breath
and refuse to shift your gaze,
dancing faster still with death,
losing count of hollow days.
wrap the bandages on your hands
so tightly that they sting,
shout your narrow-eyed commands
to an empty boxing ring.
wait for answers in the silence,
shout again with sharp-wound words
smile with dark-faced defiance,
lean back and watch as it all burns.
the smoke is bitter in your chest,
it twists between electric lights
ignore the sounds of wild unrest
as tears stream from your bloodshot eyes.