Thursday, June 23, 2011

#poetry - The Beating

The beating was horrible and persisted despite cries from bystanders and all through the wild noise of blood gurgles and fist to face slaps and screeches like car tires calling for the authorties, like a teenage football player in flip-flops descending staircases after the first three muscle tearing spirit wearing days of summer camp.

The beating does not stop until the beaten are dead.

This is a hearty truth. This we must accept. There is no stopping it until then. Most prefer it this way.

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