Bite Night
On the holy field of battle,
the contenders take their place.
A second ties on gloves.
There is hatred in their face.
The bell is rung, and in they go,
to but and grope and gore.
In several shameful minutes,
they wage their sordid war.
For millions of dollars,
adoration and the fame,
these mounds of throbbing muscle
pound brains to win their 'game'.
Then in mighty final climax,
with elegance and grace,
the monster bites off gristled flesh
and spits out his disgrace.
World professional boxing championship between Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson in 1997 in which Tyson bit Holifield's ears.
clarissa mckone
Wed 21st Nov 2007 01:40
LOL I could not believe it when I heard that... was so girl fighting, I know if it was me Id bite and it would be over. great poem, was a disgracful day in the world of boxing.