on ice

you don't necessarily
like hockey.
but you like ice,
the idea of a blue pond
indoors, frozen,
and watching people
skate.
the blood and violence
is no fun,
but it's interesting
just the same. the zip
and zoom of the puck,
black as coal
carroming off the glass,
the pipes that ring
out, the legs and arms,
and even heads of
hot faced men.
the desperation of it
all is all consuming
to those banging
against the glass.
the bells chimming,
the buzz and organ music
adding to the chaos
of the game.