Rusted Knuckles Poem by Robert Dominicci

Broken knuckles
Fragments of bone trapped in skin
Floating aimlessly in blood
Never stopping pistons of fury

Rusted steel
Jagged edges said to slice through all
But yield
To the power of broken knuckles

It’s a blind fury
Of blood and rust
Steel versus bone
Soul against soul

Such a tragic story this is
A tale of kinsmen dueling
Thirsting for blood
The blood of each other

It’s truly a shame
Although one is bone
And the other is steel
Bone used to hold the steel
Creating an immortal creature

But now
Now the bones are broken
The steel is rusted
And only a trail of blood is left
In the battles wake