For all keepers (part 1)
¶ 1
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One man stands in a metal cage,
the only one who will know how he feels stands behind him,
waiting.
Both are caged inside,
fighting mental bounds.
¶ 2
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One will emerge a hero,
finally aknowledged by the other ten,
until the next time.
¶ 3
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One will end the shoot-out,
his team-mates will want him shot,
until the next time.
¶ 4
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The caged cat flaps,
like a bird,
a thousand eyes bore into him,
awaiting his flight.
¶ 5
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He fiddles with his glove,
twitching like bait on the line.
Anything to distract the shooter,
to stop him from pulling the trigger.
¶ 6
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The shooter stares at the vast goal,
confused by an array of options.
He stares at the vast goal,
sees a letterbox.
Already hears the applause,
he is distracted.
¶ 7
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Their eyes meet for a second,
and a private battle rages.
If the man in the cage allows the shooter inside,
allows himself to believe the shooter will score,
it will happen.
If he doesn’t, it will probably happen anyway.
¶ 8
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The caged man knows this and his eyes don’t falter,
he won’t drop his gaze,
the shooter looks away first.
¶ 9
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The real contest begins.
The caged man tries to keep his thoughts at bay,
thinking impares your reactions.
Think fast.
Don’t think.
¶ 10
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But a thousand thoughts
shoot
across his mind.
¶ 11
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Will it be the wide effort,
rolling harmlessly,
leaving the shooter distraught?
¶ 12
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Or perhaps that shot seems hell-bent,
on going left, before bending impossibly?
Irrepressibly.
¶ 13
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The thundering “hole in the net” maybe,
the shot that’s faster than a blink of an eye,
but not accurate enough for the eye of the needle?
¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Then it all stops.
¶ 15
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The shooter ajusts the ball on the small white spot,
steps back.
¶ 16
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ONE STEP
this must be saved
TWO STEPS
where is he putting this?
THREE STEPS
this game’s in my hands now
FOUR STEPS
pick a corner, any corner.
FIVE STEPS
i’m ready
¶ 17
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The ball flies beautifully,
sweetly struck.
Like a bullet it flies.
The keeper crumbles,
gracelessly,
as though shot.
A heap of hands
upon the ball.
Ugly victory.
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