You, with a head scarf , who expertly
emblazone a god of sports
on the frowny face of an old supporter
didn`t you see it went on raining
deep into the day ? While you idled
over the wonderful and passionate outline
of the symbolic god , and the wordless one
sat looking dazed in the mirror .
The twin towers of Foot Ball and Rugby
dramatically enveloped and darkened …
The spooky cameramen with their eyes
faces ladened as if overrecording things…
The quick rounds you are making
for a satisfying look
of the curved leg , the rose- coloured head
splendid_ where the name was !