|Poem Of The Month
By Tom Smario
WAITING FOR THE HEAVYWEIGHT DADDIES
Crouched on the ring steps,
blue corner, watching the big guys
two twenty plus, fists the size
of bull balls, staring at one another
waiting for the first bell
to ring. The two loneliest men
in the world.
Imagine waiting to be bitten by
a large dog. What thoughts race out
of control? Is one scared the other
glad of it. Nerves like a tattered
rope holding wild horses tethered
to a fence post. Are they both
petrified of the first bell of the final
apocalypse? Do they have to pee?
Each has a mother somewhere who cannot
bear to watch. A mother who is praying.
Between the judge and the doctor,
the timekeeper sits like a footman
at the door of a war.
- Tom Smario