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football forsaken

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 there’s an eerie silence as I head off to bed –
the silence is natural
for I’m always the last to settle

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 but there’s a sense of devastation that permeates the corridors
a sense of damnation and enforced captivity;
there has been no travel
from front door to town;
no shoving out to school
no setting off, to the place of work;
in fact, work has traipsed in, head bowed
to the front room
and set up virtual shop
in a secluded corner;

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 there has been no traffic
in or out of the pitch above;
no fun, no laughter, for weeks
nor even months now;
and not because, ‘tis out of season –
no, we were very much at that point
where matches counted
and performances mattered;

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 but it is not formalities
that have brought that final whistle
nor red tape that cemented the pea, so that
it shall not shrill for a long time hence;

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 nay, it is but an invidious invader
that has slithered into the lungs
of our lucked out society;

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 accordingly, the bronchial tree of clubs and fixtures
has shut down
for what feels like an eternity;

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 remedy wise:
ventilators are in too-short supply
and PPE is the new must-have team kit;

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 unfortunately, until such time
as Covid-19 is controlled
and immunity conquers
will football and normal life be scribed as:
match abandoned

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/football-forsaken/