The Bulls of Pamplona

Twist of the knife
Silent scream
Convulsed and
Writhing

Yet again, the pain of
Life’s first breath
Yet again, like a
Science

They all become shadows
Swaying in the blaze
Calling to me
As if I was alive

How I wish to be
Nothing at all
But instead, I am
The Bulls of Pamplona

Tormented, panicked, furious,
Enraged,
Wild eyed,
Bursting from inside, but

To empty streets