The Wrestlers


Have you ever seen the sumo wrestlers
They clash up against each other
clash gross, bland stomachs —
literally throw their weight

around the roped-off ring;
and ridiculously stamp and utter vicious things with
their chopping hands
and boom up against one another
like ballooning, obese seahorses,

with reared-back necks,
and ludicrous shaven-headed rolling eyes;
they lunge and heel and yellow bottoms fly —
but too grotesque to laugh, only grimace
and wish for more twisted black cloth to conceal
their blubbered nakedness,

yet — underneath hysterical sweat
and fat
I smell a violent oriental-graceful
magic that
makes me watch.

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