Smokin’ Joe: The Fire in the Ring
Beneath harsh lights, his shoulders carve the night, A leather thunder aimed with perfect grace; The ropes hold breath; the crowd becomes a blur, While grit and glory sharpen in his face. Old paper scars recall the rounds he bled, Sepia heat like smoke around his will; Each step he plants turns fear to iron proof, A storm contained, then released—clean and still.
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A3 (30×42 cm)
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