Nicholas Marten // HOCKEY

Razor-edged blades slice through the glassy surface,

Ripping the ice into the air.

Only worsening the cool brisk air of the warzone.

The stands roar like a lion in the wild,

Benches swell with blood and tears of their tenants.

Two allies clash gruesomely for the title,

To prove their worth in this futile life.

What savagery could this be?