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...with a spirit of self-exploration

Pennine Tai Chi

Poetry

The Martial Artist’s Funeral

 

Hard men with flowers came.

You know, guys with thick necks,

leather coats and dreadlocks –

lads with tattoos, earrings, shaved heads.

Bouncers with barrel chests

and arms that hung down,

gorilla-style, away from their bodies –

muscle-bound, their shoulders tight,

just plain bloody strong.

 

These guys with flowers,

stood in the drizzle and talked

about the man they’d loved.

He had taught each one of them

how to let the punches pass.

It was simple, really – block, then step aside.

These men together, damp from the rain

and the sweat of a thousand years of training,

put their flowers down and stepped straight in

before they lifted and shouldered the box.

 

Written by Linda Chase Broda for Danny Connor

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