The Boxer: a poem (3)
The Boxer (by Emma Payne) The Great iron figure crouches, Scabs like flowers on his knees, And his chest is like a mountain And his legs are thick as a tree. He spits blood like a cherub In a fountain spouting foam, Ringed around by swing ropes And punters going home. Broken- knuckled,… Read More The Boxer: a poem (3)