Alchemisland

Get in the cage with me

Get the worst cut in UFC history

Tale of the tape said

Blistered heels

All bluster, from you not a whisper

To a scream, replaying the strike on the big screen

Getting interviewed about fight camp on TV

Weight plates like someone finished the free samples

Askance at your stance

Your stans asking me about plans

To move up in weight, double champ

Take an opportunity to apologise to absolutely no one

Dicks and desert eagles, blow one show one

Show must go on, no weakness from the Shogun

My farm hands brandish shotguns, young ones

Dumb and full of cum, a rum ration to culture courage like the Somme

Like something from the psalms, the horsemen and the bombs

The corpses, the corpulent madames polishing with aplomb

The poxy cocks of now-dead Tommies, corn and cutting crops

Talk about stuck in mud, salient scarlet with outflooding blood

Sudden sleeve tug, the mustard cometh leave your luggage

Piss-coloured, coming like an evil mist, the chemist’s miasma

It plays havoc with the asthma, mask on half the hazmat 

Repels the gas back, survived eight gas attacks

Wounded, lacking legs, on the trainback, the traintracks

Running France’s span are peopled by limbless bandits

Learning human limits and the lie that is fantasy

Sleep with my gun, one eye open when I must sleep sometimes

Mud-caked golem, my goal to see another sunrise

Reclining on supply boxes 

Stun a Hun with my rifle butt

Haunted by lives I stole in the first world war

Wounds raw, sore, flesh torn like a bad news letter

I’ll show you run, pyjamas like Logan’s Run

I jump over the trenchtop, sprint without stopping

Armless young men screaming for saviours

Trees with lopped off tops, guts spilled sloppily 

Rows of sanguine poppies, odes in lead-blacked copies

Must be doctored by the powers that be before becoming family property

Propriety dictates we say he died bravely, fighting for posterity

His maturity and battle posture credited him, hail the trinity