faena

Released from my pen
I entered the ring
confused by the mayhem
and the cheers
of my escape

I had grown horns
overnight,
sharpened by you as I slept,
oblivious

You mistook me
stumbling
toward you
as a war that I initiated;
a ray of light
intended to reveal clarity,
blinded me

A boy fell from the
stands, trying to get
our attention;
he died shortly after
he asked you to help him

I kept coming after you
for answers
you kept in your pocket
that you didn't want
the journalists
and judges to see