Pipewielder, Domino

It’s a Saturday night fight outside a bar
and let’s name the participants,
let’s call out

PIPEWIELDER:
going back to Beowulf
to explain how he is swinging 
the black iron like honor
at the head of the 

DOMINO:
this guy falls
cracked open,
looks like fatality

So much else
is left to happen to both

The death of 
DOMINO 
almost seems unavoidable if
PIPEWIELDER
is to have the future
he deserves

o, bright light of the bar
flowing over the scene
from the open door

o, bright blood of the wounded
flowing into the sidewalk

o, is he really down? down
for good? has the new day
already thus begun?

PIPEWIELDER has tossed aside
his stout arm and is being held
by patrons and maybe there’s a kick applied
by some worthy friend of DOMINO
to PIPEWIELDER’s treasure sack

o, the sirens call
DOMINOOOOOOOOO

to romanticize
what happens in dirt and drunk crazing