WORLD WRESTLING CHAMP
A menacing mountain of a man,
well, he used to be.
Bursting biceps, boulder shoulders,
just terrifying to see.
Brutally barrelling through
each frightened, fleeing foe,
countless still fear him so,
although that was long time ago.
Now his blank eyes cast,
beneath knotted brows of his frayed face,
a ghostly gaze at his veins
with I.V. needles in place.
His shrunken, skeletal frame
sinks stolid in the stretcher,
skin, the tinge and touch
of the back of a peeled wallpaper.
Here he waits and whiles away
the weeks till the end arrives.
Behind nursing homes’ closed doors
hide closing and… closed lives!
Remarks by the author, Rom Naces:
Thanks Dan for forwarding to us “Time Leaves Out No One”..about the power of King Chronus.. it’s truly sobering, humbling..re- re-reminding everybody that everybody grows older every milli-milli- millisecond. .maskig kinsa ka pa..pacquiao ..tyson ..ali..jordan ..swarzsennegger mr. universe..james bond moore..rock star ..haggy-boy pa kaha..
Busa di gyud angay magkinapayas. .tama atong mga amigo sa Alabama rock-country group when they sang “dust in the wind..all we are is dust in the wind..just a drop of water in an endless sea….everything we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see..”
Months ago, on a cdo-cbu-bohol trip, I
read a book about a professional world wrestling champ who once was a blazing celebrity, now in a nursing home, a fading non-entity. The stark irony touched me..so I wrote down some lines.