BOXER
There's nothing to it at all : the good
sense of staying away is what really
counts. I stood in the boxer's ring just
once, not to box but to say a prayer
over the dying boxer in the ring : down
on the surface and dead. Battered to
death by the winning hand. 'How like life'
was all I could think to say, even with
God looking over my shoulder and
the entire crowd looking up.
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