by VastImbecility

Fist Fights

each step

is faded

like snow

a fist fight

to walk

and make way

into dusk

stamp these

feet to dust

clench fist

crunch teeth

elbow forward

rattle that cold future

with arms rigid and wound

this is the clamour of life that shows

how and why we work and walk together

fist fights embolden the haste of our paced steps

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