The Watcher and the Bull

Centered, hidden in front of bushes, behind a porch
and over a slat Carmen peers at an unseen man;
headlights from the street turn night a hideous yellow;
a shadowy bullish ghostly figure lies lower left.

Off stage to the right, Murray stands at bay,
hands held not up or down but in full view,
as ordered, with the look of death on his face.

Only Carmen knows what happened:
witnessed Murray's mindless descent
from enamored suitor to jealous
bull locking horns with his rival.

Carmen had been sitting on the cool porch
in evening air, flirting with Felix standing below,
her legs brushing his sides lightly, a whisper.

That's how Murray found them;
entering with a roar he charged,
butted Felix hard, breaking a porch leg,
then hauled him to his feet for more.

Blood poured down Felix's head,
stained red the porch leg where it lay;
he threw his punches blindly hooking only air.

The brutish men bellowed murder;
Murray knocked Felix down again
stomped his neck with a horrible crack!
Before Felix could turn he was ended.

Murray stood snorting despair; seeking pardon,
saw his true form in Carmen's hate-filled eyes;
sirens, then lights spotted him: a bull in the ring.

Inspiration (for a contest by Everlasting):
"I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering what she saw that I didn't." - Sherri Lee Emmons
and http://www.flickr.com/photos/joses_artwork/2760838894/lightbox/
Footnotes: Murray = Miura, the finest fighting bulls of Spain. One of them, Reventon, killed bullfighter Felix Guzman in Mexico in 1943. Felix, aka Felice Kutmann Schopenhauer, left a pregnant widow, Carmen Rovira.
[Objects: the girl; the bushes behind her; the slat over which she is looking; the porch; the bloody porch leg on the ground; the headlights; a bull's head in the lower left corner; Metaphor: a bull fight over a mate.]