The Give

 

You feel the Give

There is some thing

That was once whole

Solid

Now … it is not.

 

Physics and action

Come together

In a playfield of

Violence.

 

There is a Give.

It is tangible.

It is tactile.

Whether it happens all at once

Or after repetition,

It does not matter.

 

Through the steely piston of your arm,

If you feel the Give,

You feel “good.”

God-like.

Powerful.

 

It is a Give as life recedes.

 

Bone on bone.

Flesh on flesh.

Sick-sounding wetness smacks in your ear.

 

Force is applied to an “object,”

And the object cannot help but yield.

There is a Give.

 

The sound of:

A dried tree branch underneath a boot

A walnut in the relentless grip of an iron vise

A ripe, flowing watermelon beneath an aluminum baseball bat.