Job I Hold

Bone to chin, teeth to canvas,
I have never felt so alive.
There is nothing as honest
in life
as a fight, a moment of natural
uninhibited
expression.
Even the painful breaths are
happy ones. And even the
slight choking
on my own blood
never compels me
to give up.
The snapping of ligaments and
the crunching of bone play like
Tom Waits in the ears of our fists.
Such honest noises, they are unmistakably
raw,
true,
honest.
I may not know what job I hold
twenty
years from now, but the days I
fight...
I carry the truth.