Every boy should know how
to do a veronica, fix one knee
in front of the other, and bend
the spine to sounds of Ole! Ole!,
sure two-handed maneuvering
of the makeshift cape bringing
fully imagined bull to its lancer.
A particular flick of the wrists
takes practice to pose, each pass
low to keep the beast’s head down.
Some days it’s science, some art,
bull and boy both brought to kneel.
Who protests the positioning too
soon for the kill is lost in the last
swirls of magenta. Beyond the ring
feet fly; a clean white handkerchief
waves and waves. A mother waits
to press cloth to son’s bleeding face.
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