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Goodbye Part XVI

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A passerby poignantly asks him “time’s kick off forra Swans en?”
from the sunlight under the unplugged floodlight,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And two red-wearing, Forest-decorated bohemians pass me reflecting,
probably forgetting the move that damned our shouting legs.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Going down, going down, going do-own.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Today you are jaggedly unrecognizable,
Your face is indecipherable, despite screaming.

Part of a roughly 30-part (unfinished) poem in memory of Swansea City’s old, recently demolished stadium, the Vetch Field.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/goodbye-part-xvi/