in that dirty street

tangled up in feet

the bull ran on

left me with

a hoofprint on my shirt

on my back a scratch

where the horn

had torn through

my girl screaming

you you you!

made me swear

to never run again

on the streets

corner of estefeta

but she didn’t know

that morning i’d felt

life’s live wire

burning through

like i was finally

hot & alive

i’d had a good run

five years running

in the red & white

newspaper in hand

seen arab princes

gypsies all nations

feeling that buzz

touching the 3^rd rail

all of us winning

feeling primeval

alive & finally well