Music

I love the music of fights;
the tambourine clatter of lost teeth,
screams like a string section:
'He's not worth it!' pipes the baritone.
A punctured lung can sound like a kazoo,
a smashed pint glass like the triangle.
Most of all, I love boots that thud
into chests as big as kettle drums.
I love the trombone slide
of a miscued right hook.