Munich, Feb 6th 1958
¶ 1
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Slush …
I didn’t know
who’d have thought it
with all that snow ….
and ice –
clogging up the wings?
or a convenient, chilling, pretext for a crash report?
¶ 2
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Slush …
they’d have walked through it, when crossing the tarmac
¶ 3
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Slush …
they’d have run through it, in training
¶ 4
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Slush …
they’d have timed their tackles, when sliding through it, out on the pitch
¶ 5
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Hush …
the Zagreb stadium silenced
as United go 3-0 up by half-time
pegged back to 3 all by the end
but they qualified nevertheless
for the semi-final of the European Cup
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Slush …
the aviation industry
learned a lot that day –
we learned
of how Gregg the garrulous goalie
became Harry the hero
of how for Big Dunc, a big chunk – of superstardom stolen away
breathed his last
but lies iconic in the past
and how Munich
became the burial ground, for the Busby Babes
¶ 7
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And now …
we write slushy words
as we try to extemporise our feelings
but no passage of prose
can adequately capture, or return
those Titans
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