nathan martin

Rookie (uno 16 80 / oregon)

Spanish Bullfighter - Poem by nathan martin

like a hot iron upon the palm
i bullmark blackened charcoal
to paper, searing each line as i write.

the ring of a coffee mug on my journal
turns pencil to spear coffee imprint
to dusty hoofprint....

and i am as a spanish matador cursing
the majesty of the great beast.

with its last threshold of a breath
in the pastures of praise, piercing
its side with a number 2 pencil.

so gently in it's ashen shore of flesh
i die a little too....

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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