A Creature and Its Victim

In a fight between two parties,
only one will outsmart the other,
one victor and one loser,
but results often lie,
let’s admit it, we crown champions real easy,
we ameliorate them,
and we humiliate the defeated,
treating them like a bright yellow trash bag
containing a corpse of a cat,
its still, soft body twitching occasionally,
as if its spirit is fighting for another chance, another round
at completing its task of severing
the veins of what was supposedly the victim.
Poor cat, mangled, strangled by Mother,
whose hands are clawed and flowing with blood,
walking out the house carrying her trophy
triumphantly, to the garbage disposal,
plodding about to the praise of invisible powers and people,
while her visible sons stare
at their champion
crumble and form into a
creature.