The Filled Men
We are the filled men
We are the heavy men
We sit in our easy chairs
Gazes fixed at shadows
On a Hi Def screen
Our eyes, when they see
See scampering, like goats along a cliff face
Or rumbling herds on verdant flats.We shout - our voices
Booming like fireworks
Urging the motion,
Marveling at the synchrony of motion,
The endless scoring replay
The repetitive replay-play
In s l o w motion-play
Oslay otionmay
Replation
Our beer cans when empty echo
The forlorn sobs of busted plays
Dropped passes, fumbles,
Bad throws, broken tackles, lost bets…
This is the way the game ends
This is the way the game ends
Not with a touchdown
But a safety
5 comments:
Shades of Maya Angelou ...
Thanks!
"A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages."
Maya Angelou's good stuff ...
it was the safety that sealed the win for the Ravans, so they did not have to punt, and give SF potential field position for a field goal.
Is this more poetry?
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