Canto CCCXIX

I’ve got a new mental definition
of quietly smouldering intensity—
and that involves the four punch combination

that Haye laid on the granite density
of Dave Chisora’s chin, and how my wife
was whispering “Do him!” to the TV

and wishing all kinds of unworldly grief
against the roundly booed and hated fighter,
thus proving one can still nurse major beef

while breastfeeding a snoozy baby daughter.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 17, 2012 @ 09:21:14

    I wish I’d seen that.
    The fight that is.

    Reply

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