Hardboiled Fridays!

"You bastard, you! Foolin' with a kid!"
Snarled Eddie: "I'll show yuh!"
And he did.

His shoulders swung:
His fist drew back,
Shot out,
Struck
With a dull smack.
Back went the man's head:
He spun where he stood:
He fell flat, and lay there,
His face oozing blood.

The Wild Party
by Joseph Moncure March
(Covici-Friede, 1928)