You Punch Face Too

•÷π•÷

Dig on

this elliptical ovation

sounding the walls

of your boney fortress

 

Degrading with each

revolution, and

your processionals

diminish with each passing

 

Those morphemic divisions in cell structure

crumbling under

 

a personified lamplight

memorial or lone firefly

 

lost in your face fusion

can divide no further

 

Belly dance

 

punch it punch it

 

back up to full triumph

 

Fists

attracted to faces

as

cheering crowds

attracted to a showy

 

blood bathing loner nymph

 

Dig on

nymph

your fighter stance and power lashes

may not fly with the mayflies

 

but for the starving crowds, elliptical processions

stirring victory will only please them more

÷π•÷ no less