Good Night, Mr. Dynamite. Say Da Poem Prayer for Michael ‘Dynamite’ Dokes
By Robert Brizel, Head Real Combat Media Boxing Correspondent
Life in the ring is a give and take subconscious perpetual war
Until you mind, body and soul just cannot take it any more
Mind and body at some point will cease
The soul of Michael ‘Dynamite’ Dokes rests in a place they call Mount Peace.
Far away, in the hills of Ohio’s Akron
Is a heavyweight champion growing forgotten, like his manager Marty Korn, long gone
Was his life in the ring completely in vain? Does any boxer really have time for the pain?
And is anyone who steps through the ring ropes to fight someone else completely sane?
For the 1975 National AAU champion, 144-7, 60 KOs, a world title is the ultimate achiever
Dynamite Dokes won his world title in the first round by stopping Mike ‘Hercules’ Weaver
In the fifteen round era, back in the day, they sure talked a lot of jive
When Dokes went 15 rounds to keep his title, the 15 round era was very much still alive.
21 years of incredible hand speed, jive talkin’, wild ring wars, alcohol and drugs took a toll
61 pro bouts 53-6-1 34 KOs, beat your fiancée, spent ten dumb years in jail-den got paroled
Roadrunner has caught Wile E. Coyote. Your liver is almost shot. Not much time to go. So.
Go home to family to die, with wisdom reflect, briefly grow mature, and get old old old old.
Win or lose, your name in the boxing winds of time, like the grass around you, will grow
The ex-World Boxing Association heavyweight champion remains low profile, out of sight
In the heavens, still fighting somewhere up there, all wrongs have finally been made right
Hiding below dem green sticks of quiet dynamite. The sun sets. Good night, Mr. Dynamite.