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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 |