World Cup South Africa 2010
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The globe rests in the palm of his hand,
bigger than you think and smoother,
no ill-fitting continents, all crust.
¶ 2
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He isn’t Atlas, he’s a boy, black
but could be any colour and a girl at that.
A benign globe his right arm is exactly
¶ 3
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parallel as if he should be holding
a second, spare sphere, he looks about
to speak, but it speaks for itself.
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