Dixie Dean – ‘Footballer To The Queen’
¶ 1
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A leg
you swung and shook and balanced on;
a muscled lever
that launched you
up above the crowds,
like a fresh salmon
leaping for the net,
was hacked off
this afternoon;
severed,
bleeding goals from yesterday.
¶ 2
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Away
from the floodlights,
on the sooty terraces
of retirement,
the careful surgeons
knifed
through,
with a bullet-head,
the baggy and square
defenders of our time.
¶ 3
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Now
they are pickling
the lonely leg,
the explosive boot,
its ankle-pad,
its foot
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¶ 5
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Bottling it up
for the boardroom scene,
labelled:
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 DIXIE DEAN – ‘FOOTBALLER TO THE QUEEN’
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