Defeat

The fist says:  Break—if you choose to. 

The fist says:  Weaker the men, stronger the mob.

The fist says:  The woman whose face has borne a man's knuckles 
             will flinch even in moonlight. 

The fist says:  The rain has ten thousand fists. 

The fist says:   The heart is a fist. It pounds. The tongue is a fist. It knocks. 
              The feet are fists. They stomp. Even an eye has a fist. 

The fist says:  Show me the fist that can push a ripened plum between 
             a woman's lips. 

The fist says:  If a man dies with a fist, they will bury him with it. 

The fist says:  A man with no fist envies the poet. 

The fist says:  I hold. I grip. I keep. I pound and pound the table. 
             I bruise and batter. But even a fist must sleep. 

The fist says:  If mouth will not, if heart will not, if feet will not, 
             I will, I will! 

The fist says:  A sad man's heart is shaped like a fist. He must bear its 
             beating. 

The fist says:  I am stone. The one who builds finds me useful. 
             The one who breaks the earth tosses me aside. 

The fist says:  Am I not also injured? 

The fist says:  In my garden, a bruise is a rose.