Claret’s Season Sweet now Sour

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The death rattles coil around the terrace
Yet slicing through the East wind a yearnful
“Come On Burnley” in defiance of a
Script writ for tragedy
A stage set for the sacrificial body
As Eagles exits ‘neath Faustian frowns
Fixated on the Laws of survival.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/clarets-season-sweet-now-sour/