Deus Ex Machina
¶ 1
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The visiting Pachuca fans, in masks
like pagan worshippers, believed that fate
would favor Mexico The minutes passed
away and still they led on aggregate
but we were sixty thousand strong, naively
faithfully, cheering in our crumbling stands
The futbol gods smiled indulgently
on the Mexican supporters’ victory plans –
when suddenly, for no reason at all
soccer’s Lord of Thunder, reached down and flicked
the ball to a one-hit-wonder on Montreal
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