Blindness
¶ 1
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We want Solomon for a referee,
Zeus for a manager,
Jesus Christ for a physio,
and all the disciples save Judus in the stands.
¶ 2
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Spread the replica tops across the crowd
like loaves and fishes:
turn this dishwater team
into something vintage.
Let it rain holy water on the pastures green.
¶ 3
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I am but a sinner. The fat doors
of the dark church to me are barred.
But on Saturday afternoon, I crave omniscience, omnipotence.
For 90 miraculous minutes
I long, simply, for perfection.
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