And he didn’t want to box again.
Didn’t want to stand over that boy
to see his thin lip pumped fat
like a twisted balloon,
misshapen and almost cleft.
A scab had formed on the crumpled cut
and H knelt to say it’s fine, you’ll be fine
but they pushed him away to the corner.
A wedge of lip was caught and as
they stretcher him out J saw
they couldn’t dislodge the last node of flesh.
It was stuck there like a poppy seed
between his two large front teeth.