David Beckham

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The fragile fickle gods of fame
Their fashionable names woven
Into your boots
Your shirts
Your skin
Merge with the blood and sweat
Of immortality
Beneath the unforgiving glare
Of the floodlights
As a nation expects (once more)
And yet our dragon refused to be slain
Your dreams (and ours)
Kicked into the dust
Of the scorched Lisbon earth.


(c) Parry Maguire 25th June 2004

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