something to die for

i see two

men

wrestling outside in 

the parking lot

on the snowy ground.

one has a black eye,

the other a bloody

nose.

they're

fighting

over a dug-out spot,

cleaned down

to the bare bones

of pavement.

they used

to be friends.

i'd see them at block

parties,

cooking together

on the grill,

playing catch with the ball.

laughing

in the July sun.

but

this war.

one man's dug out spot

from

the snowstorm, 

is something

to fight and die for.