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Idolotry

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Nostalgia always betrays reality.
At school I hated the rucked mud of the
football pitch, the native rain,
the pain of miscontrol and miss again.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But Henri, Zola, Pires,
these are gods from other planets
brighter than the stars:
no mud sticks to their slick silk shadows:
there is no pain in the theatre of dreams.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/idolotry/