Wrestling With Adonis

My conscience
was the only casualty
of wrestling Adonis.

We sent it home
mounted
on a shiny bronzed shield
from
a fight I never understood.

I loved it
and I couldn’t bear it.
It went with me everywhere
a darkness bumping in
a musty steamer trunk.

These days you can find me
alone
trunkless
at home
lurking
among the azaleas.

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