you giant Bulgarian,
what are you doing?
European sumo so
pasty and flabby-breasted
left knee heavily
wrapped from birth it sometimes seems…
what are you doing?
following Kotooshu’s
footsteps into too far east
a perpetual
maegashira, but also
once sekiwake
now nearing thirty one years,
what are you doing, big man?
do the blue mountains
of Bulgaria still call?
what of Elhovo?
where the Tundzha river crawls
between Strandzha and Sakar
so far from home, here
in this strange world of sumo,
grappling for respect
left knee throbs for home, big man,
what the fuck are you doing?
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