Unfair Play, Unfit Players

The prophetic heart
beats weakly back

against the swirling dewdrops
dripping from fate's blades.

Water goes under the bridge
because the bridge was built.

The other cheek's bruises
cannot obscure

those seven teeth
bloody on the ground.

Image continues the fistfight with Feeling
while Sensation sits seething on the sidelines

wondering when that idiot referee, Language,
will remember what words are for.