Hooves pound against the sand.
Small clouds of dust fly into the stand.
Men dancing around the beasts,
Luring them, baiting them, to say the least.
Flashes of red. Piercing blows.
What a magnificent show.
Specks and pools of sangre.
Laughter. Applause. Un masacre.
Marred by scars are the legs of the men.
Bulls rushing over and over again.
When all is said and done,
The crowd speaks of all the fun.
The men walk out. The bulls are buried.
Una lucha a la muerte.