the fuckin' bulls are as awesome as
the side of the sun
and although they kill them for our
stale pleasure
it's THAT FUCKIN' BULL that burns the fire
and yeah...there are cowardly bulls
as there are cowardly
matadors and scared men
but generally...that bull stands
pure...dies
pure
he remains untouched by symbols, or cliques, or false
loves
and when they drag him out
nothin' has died
somethin' has passed
and the eventual stench
.............is the world.
