You took off your elbow pad off,
threw it to the back row of the arena
with ease, skipped over my broken body
on the floor, bounced off the ropes
quicker than Cupid’s bow firing an arrow.
You stopped, stood over me,
inhaled the cheers from a crowd
who knew what was coming.
And with that you
dropped your elbow onto my heart,
the ref slapped the mat
one…two…three hundred years and more.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening to ‘You and Me on the Rock’ by Brandi Carlisle.