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Hand of God

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We cried blue murder at the time.
It was a crime against humanity,
Not an act of spontaneity
From the digits of a deity.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Still, the next week, each lunchtime,
We were all doing it.
Any aerial challenge became
An opportunity for divine intervention,
With an asphalt Ascension
Into a playground pantheon
Of class-war champions
Beckoning for anyone who could
Pull off a palm of providence
With confidence.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And although our clumsy
Sleights of hand were always exposed,
Like a bungled party trick,
It didn’t stop us from trying
To create artistry out of artifice.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hand-of-god-2/