GLACIER - a poem
Blood runs cold
Blue lasers go awry
Snowflakes trickle down
An arctic chill cools the atmosphere
As a warrior marches through
Ready for battle
He enters the arena
Chest shield visible
Battle helmet prepared
Armored to the gills
Bows to the crowd
Stoic
Frozen
Ice cold
Enters the battleground
Gets into his pose
A fighting stance
Demonstrates his technique
Completes his ritual
Gear comes off
The lasers and flakes dissipate
War
In his psyche
The fight begins
Takeovers
Drag downs
Flawless execution
Then in a sudden flash
The strikes begin
Like a bolt of lightning
Throat thrusts
Palm strikes
And kicks
Kicks galore
Back kick
Roundhouse kick
Savate kick
Jumping front kick
Finally
A “FINISH HIM” enters the fray
Cryonic Kick
Side style setup
Lifted fast
Underneath the jaw
Perfect in its execution
His victim
Knocked out into orbit
A figurative fatality
Three counts from a referee
The war is over
The battle commences
The frozen eye
A cyborg in human form
Does not cease
The killer instinct
Victory
Chills the air
As blood runs cold
AGAIN.
Jon Harder
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