Back in the yard
The louche naked man with the COCK mask feels the end approaching with a sense of resignation. The hens, amongst others, are gathering in pairs and groups. The chatter is increasing, the expectation palpable. Tales are being told of the last fight, the last cock to challenge, the last attack, the last defeat. It is inevitable that the time comes to stand up to fight. If you have beliefs, if you have freedoms you will be required to fight for your beliefs, fight for your freedoms. Even if your only belief is to live and let live, you still have your freedom to exercise that belief, you still have your duty to fight for that freedom, for that belief.
The louche naked man with the COCK mask recognises the furtive glances that are cast, understanding their meaning, understanding their direction. This is simply the role the cock must play, but this understanding does not prevent the melancholic resignation imagining the fight played out like a slow motion dance, violin music accompanying the fists flying at faces, and feet finding with a thump an unprotected, naked crotch. The testicle turning concave and changing colour. A collapse. And blood and spit floating like a school boy poem, the first couple lines spoken with confidence but the remainder vanished, gone, forgotten.
The louche naked man with the COCK mask is ready, knowing the fight will be directed by the tannoy. And the characters will all play the lines they are given. There will be no deviation, there will be no rebellion. This is the way of the House of Masks, although this place appears to be so radical, although this place seems so unconventional, it is simply a different script with the same song, the strange conventions of House of Masks persist because everyone, man and beast, in the House of Masks chooses to follow the convention, chooses to play the lines from the script delivered by the tannoy.
The tannoy declares the moment: THE FIGHTING COCKS AND THE EAGLE IS NOW.
The louche naked man with the COCK mask is ready.
The louche naked man with the COCK mask understands. This is the way of the cock.
The louche naked man with the COCK mask feels the weight of everlasting sadness at the thought of being separated from this place of belonging, all anyone needs to do here is accept the simple rules and enjoy the peace and bliss, while the lines from the script let them.
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