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From the Baseball Ground

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The cattle and their
drool and tremor rock the earth as
they follow across the field
and when I turn, to stare them down they
gaze back, an insolent wall
and approach again as I pull back.
I ask which is more fearful
to think of them as animal or meat;
an embedded sequence in my head helps quell the fear,
to take my mind elsewhere,
McGovern, Carlin, O’Hare, Hector, Hinton,
McGovern, Carlin, O’Hare, Hector, Hinton,
slows my breathing, and I realise that the names
so ingrained, although buried for years,
are the devotion which surfaces when fright takes hold,
a mantra as deep as the Baseball Ground mud.
They halt, their steam rises and
a sound spreads
like the silence of the crowd
when Terry Hennessey was carried from the pitch
with his arms round two men’s necks
and thirty thousand held their breath.

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Notes

My Dad used to take me to the Baseball Ground when I was small, we stood on the Pop Side, very happy and deeply ingrained memories.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/from-the-baseball-ground-2/