Matador

Scott Whitby, 2024

I won't be your Baron

I've no loyalty for some land

Nor a Lorde with inherited authority

Not a titan also-ran

I won't be your Monarch

an undeserving heir

A master or a Diety?

No, and not your Emir

But I'll be your matador

I'll fight the bull until he dies

Hooves of steel and

horns of iron

are nothing - as are his

nostrils blowing fire

I'll fight the bull

and all you dread

You be the Baron

or a Monarch instead