And the lights go out
Hands go up, and a hostile reawakening occurs
Ali is dancing, bare – teeth prancing
And the arena feels his might within its every smile
A hundred and one punches
None of them misplaced
His nemesis’s face a jigsaw puzzle muddled back together
He feels the taste for undeniable success
Thumps his pumping panther chest
‘Til the feels are simply incredible
And the media reels for their absolute worth
Shutter – speed
To touch a piece of history all in a day’s work
This hurts so goddamn good