Sixty Second Minute
¶ 1
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With sixty-two minutes played
at a rancid, rainy Selhurst Park,
two photographs appear
on the jumbo screen, floating
over the on-pitch preparations
to take a disputed penalty.
¶ 2
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Matthew Higgins and Mick Lloyd
sixty-two years of age
eternal supporters, fathers,
stalwarts, drivers and friends,
give us a mirrored reminder
of well lived lives played out
with more than nil-nil intent.
¶ 3
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A minute of gentle clapping
rises in kind acknowledgment
of their coincidental death,
while on the pitch,
the bickering football match
continues oblivious and intense.
¶ 4
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The whistle blows, and the ball
stumbles towards a Palace post.
The penalty kiss and miss
takes the crowd by surprise
enough to break the reverential bliss.
¶ 5
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Claps turn to jeers and boos.
A lifetime chance squandered,
life come breaking in, as usual,
leaves us with the ‘if onlys’ to ponder.
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