Poetry Friday - On the art of poetry

on the art of poetryhere's one gladiator who'shad it spilling my gutsall over the page for youthe spectator caesarvoyeurwillingly i've walked ontothe pounded sand to hearthe roar of 20,000 throatsand the breathing of my partnersmy adversariesand each time we faced offi knew come good or badi'd make something of the outcomeblood from stones and rosesfrom the bloodif i