Boxing isn't a pleasure to see...

Boxing is violent

& a mystery to me...

But boxers standing

greased & glistened...

Boxers standing still

have listened...

To me as I spoke of

beauty & lust...

Boxers are animal

mamal & thrust...

Boxers wrapped round me

are skeletal & solid...

In the heart of this city;

so humid & squalid...

In the heart of this fearscape

the dream is what matters...

And boxers are soldiers

in a world torn to tattters.