It is a spectacle,

Pugilistic sound

a symbol of machismo,

punching above your weight,

of pound for pound brutality

and possible damage to the brain,

never seen the point, never been one

to see the ring

to show how much my worth

as a man or a human being

should be defined;

and yet I also don’t see the point

in racing round a track with a tank full

of petrol, I see no need to carry a ball

underneath my arm

and have my earlobe ripped off,