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Galeano’s Ghost

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Goals pour from my boots
Water into wine
Fishes and loaves
Me and my ragged miracles
Pass into echoes and shadows
No fiery poet will be my witness
No burning Monet will sieze
Upon the ambition and colours of my
Immortality
I am the silent god
The concrete and clay icon
Fastening my football laces
I do not gather food for the hungry
I am no hymn no prayer
No benediction slithers out from
Beneath the shadow of my body
Yet my disciples stand patiently
At the edge of my green ocean
Waiting for their King to lose his crown.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/galeanos-ghost/