4 June 2012
They wave at me,
With flags of red,
Bloody images-
Run through my head.
My brothers' deaths,
A countless sea-
Of empty bodies;
Now it's me.
The red keeps flashing,
Fills my sight,
Shouts and screams,
And blinding light.
Adrenaline high,
Breathing hard,
Memories of whips,
My tan hide scarred.
A man in suit,
Death bringer's face,
He's analysing,
Me in my place.
My times short,
My bellowing loud,
I can hear nought-
Above the crowd.
The red seeps in,
I charge, no sight,
The sharpest pain,
And then...
Nothing.
The Bull Ring. • Opuss № I