Gladiatorial Glamour

Just shrug to make it better.
Just work to lift a history
into view; these unjust makings
are all you care for;
all you see through a bronze visor.

Proteinous; a throbbing mass
that depletes like a shadowed dial
beyond mountains that only shrug
when the moon appears,
through bronze you blink and blink.

A mighty racket dilates cheeks
and blistered eyes hide from the
sand, shrieking by.
Squeeze that metal tight, don’t
let the bronze be blinked away.

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