Sometimes the last line
comes out of the blue -
one to the solar plexus,
an uppercut;
you never saw them coming;
you don't remember after that..

you're flat on the canvas,
knowing you've been put in place;
'Poet loses title-fight,
clean KO in the 12th...'

When it came to the punch,
the poem knew best - you, you were nowhere.

I'll say this - you know class
when you see it.

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-takes-count-in-last-round/