The Match

“Fans bring the weapons!”

A simple sign on a light post cried.

The fans arrived and weapons supplied:

Sarcasm, bitterness, and accusation.

The opponents used them all:

Sarcasm, a shield; accusation, a pistol; bitterness, a spear.

Words flowed, a volley of sharp emotion,

And the arena was filled with a fog of deceptions.

The spectators gasped and ceased to breathe

As blood painted the ring,

And they knew the judge would be summoned

To decide the final victor.

The weapons launched as the sun blackened,

And the saucer-eyed audience imbibed the carnage

As days shot past the coliseum.

Wonderful Death was approaching,

And the crowd led a mighty ovation.

He would consume the failure.

The crowd stared in wonderment as the victor was announced.

Not a man or woman guessed that it would be

Declared a draw. The victor was one who never entered the ring.

His name? Divorce.