Dracul Van Helsing

The cries in the arena hush
and silence temporarily reigns
where cries for blood once ruled.
The matador sits like the statue of Rodin’s Thinker
and ponders his life up until now
his red cape on the ground
red like the colour of the bulls he’s slain
and the ground is but dust
Dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return
such is the fate of both man and bull ultimately.
The bull has been pierced many times
and stands looking at his would-be executioner
with but one charge he could slay
his would-be slayer
but the bull just stands and looks
while the matador sits and ponders.
This photo- a moment frozen in time
the moment between life and death
frozen in the balance.
The photo that follows in my mind
I imagine to be
the photo of both man and bull walking away
for on this day
both man and bull have chosen life.
-The Bull And The Matador
A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Saturday afternoon May 19th 2012.