Bitter Sweet Victory

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 a fortress between life and death, simmering
undercurrents of bitter, raw emotion
anxious crowds on edge, not even daring
to draw breath. Soldiers enter the war zone
gritted teeth and clenched fists, robots
cold and bloodless penetrate enemy lines
spectators chant solemn rites under the guise
of praying for some kind of divine
intervention. Earthquake, pestilence or flood
even death is better than the dishonour
of defeat. The spillage of enemy blood
foreseen in this war of attrition. The saviour
finally rejoices, the defences stunned,
the Highbury gladiators have been out-gunned


What a time to lose to Chelsea

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bitter-sweet-victory/