Bulk

The bulk of mourning, its uneasy grace,
Sumo sentiments trapped in a heart’s ring
with no time limit, chance of victory,
the grunt and struggle, lust for leverage

a belt almost gripped, but it’s subtle stuff,
so slips away, leaving  a hand empty, 
insisting, though irritated, it will
try again the fell  patience of  deep  hurt

the bout’s spectators kn…