It Begins

“Festival” is not the right word for it, but for this next week my partner is observing a partial fast and nightly vigil for the bulls forced to endure the horror of “The Running of the Bulls” in Pamplona

Strip Me Back To The Bone

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It begins in the night,
half the world away as dawn gives way to day
and is over in the blink of an eye
until the next day
and the next day
day upon day
a dance of danger
of life racing
towards the end.
Adrenaline and fear
excitement and daring
of the air charged with the promise of violence.
Blood awaits at the finish line
day upon day
and the next day
and the next day
until the adrenaline snaps
and the blood is shed
and we are gored to the bone
our flesh torn to ribbons
our blood running in rivers,
and it is over in the blink of an eye.

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