Franz Beckenbauer

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And the visionary eye
Glorious and bold
And the technique
Beautifully clean
And true as gospels
And the soul
The soul king
The soul impeccable
With a sensual clarity
Nowhere scarred by the hapless
Tackles that slipped harness
To lunge with the dying breath
Of shattered legs
Tilting at imaginary boots.


taken from “Beautiful Game” (c) Parry Maguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/franz-beckenbauer/