All this smells like dust

And corn husks, sweat and B.O.

Carrying juggernaut

The sweat falls salty

Without my wondering why

But coppery? Blood

No blood anywhere

Just us charging forward fast,

Together we joust

Pressure on our hands,

Gritty and coarse like sandbars

Roughing up my hold

While drums beat and clang,

Metal on metal like swords

That call to the past