The Matador Poem by Liam ó Comáin
The Matador
Beneath the burning sun
the matador
diced with death,
his narrow hips
evading a searing surge
within a cloud of dust.
Akin to a ballerina
with blood red plume
he spun in step
plunging the silver blade
into the charging bull.
On this occasion man
was supreme....
Friday, November 21, 2008
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