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The Combat

Rating: 3.6

It was not meant for human eyes,
That combat on the shabby patch
Of clods and trampled turf that lies
Somewhere beneath the sodden skies
For eye of toad or adder to catch.

And having seen it I accuse
The crested animal in his pride,
Arrayed in all the royal hues
Which hide the claws he well can use

To tear the heart out of the side.
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Paula patterson 28 May 2018

The best descriptive poem of the human condition

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