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They matched me up with a bird ...

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They matched me up with a bird ...
by Robert E. Howard

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. June 1928; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY

1894260They matched me up with a bird ...Robert E. Howard


They matched me up that night with a bird that was a fright,

The Anaconda Kid from Amsterdam,

His face was like a fable, his wrist a hawser’s cable;

His shoulder was a gable, his arm a battering ram.

He rushed me from the bell like a roaring ape from Hell

And I put a wicked left against his chin,

But his left hand found me and his right swing crowned me

And the fogs closed round me and the ring began to spin.

A surf was roaring loud which I reckoned was the crowd

Gone cookoo as babies in their cribs.

At the gong my knees were knocking, I was weaving, ducking, blocking,

I went to my corner rocking with a couple broken ribs.

For the second gory round he came roaring with a bound

Seeing he had victory in his grasp,

I let go my right and duck him—just above the belt it took him

And I know that I have shook him for he halted with a gasp.

He dropped his guard a second—long enough for me I reckoned—

And the crowd went crazy where they sat

For my left hand battered and my right hand shattered

Till the red blood splattered on the great grey mat.

Oh, how they did yell and whoop when I knocked him for a loop

Just about a couple counts before the bell.

They’d have gave as loud a bellow had I been the losing fellow—

God, a crowd is yellow—yellow—all of them can go to Hell.