pride before the fall

the boxer,
so full of muscle
and grit,
waxed into a greek
god
in leather shoes,
leather
mitts.
gloves to hide
his steel fists
that he raises to
the rafters.
how he dances and
prances in
the center ring with
his red
cape on,
his name emblazoned
on the back.
he nods
at the roar of the crowd.
winks at the pretty
girls,
but how quickly
one punch
will strike and make
his knees buckle
and one more punch
will send him
into black.