Note: This is the fourth in a series of six sequential poems by Jack Callan of Norfolk, written upon viewing a television feature highlighting a Spanish woman's dream of becoming a matador, and who has become successful in the Spanish bullring. Over the next five days, the remaining poems will appear in sequence.
The energy of the bull
is between the horns,
even still the knife.
The crowd roots for the knife,
they like it with blood.
La matador would like it
as a candle
and she afterward
as a poster
she as hero
who carries her temple
within her
in worship to some
thick hide of tattoos
that hide the scars
that hide it all
in muscle
all in all
she does nothing else
(c)Jack Callan 2010
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