They long to fight
In their lost afternoon
they choose weapons like unnecessary wounds
In the bar beside the abandoned buildings
the ones that were bombed last week
Drinks and bragging eat Sunday
jokes and jeers about the losses
Those ready for the ring fighting their fear
then losing their blood take injuries
and strange knowledge home
choosing their weapons excitedly
losing their flesh and blood as if a ritual
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