Jack Dempsey a thick ox
in silk shorts
turns deftly to whack
Gene Tunney the boxer
smack side his head,
bruised, battered and shaken
he spins then topples
leaden on taut canvas
like a short ton of bricks
in an earthquake of rage
and destruction
Richter explodes
its known scale
into double digits
and the titans trade swats
in sweat, salt, and swelter
while fans smoke and wail
scream gossip and fidget,
some go home satisfied,
forget for tonight
their own lost dreams
sad rusty failings.
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