Note: This is the last 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 bull's horns
are like
the carpenter's hammer, or
some old guy shavin'
in the mirror.
Best of luck matador
They stab the bull
before you arrive
they cheat like liars
The bull is just
trying to be brave
So you stab him
some more
(c)Jack Callan 2010
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