I threw him down, me
as he flew, all angles and arms,
his face opened in wide-mouthed
frown of despair, total lack of
comprehension
there was a pause
all things hung in the balance,
still frame, motion capture,
a Muybridge epic unfolding in turn of young body
in the acute silence between
my final roar
and impact
of his solid head on carpet
between the corruption of rage
subsiding
and regret
taking hold
from pit of stomach
I had the chance to wonder…
how the fuck does this
make
me
a man?
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