Not Waking The Dead

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Twerton faithful
Congregate for the game.
A flag proclaims
The opposition’s name.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A dour scrappy tussle,
Atmosphere as dead
As the magpie on
The rafter overhead.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Second half starts better
With Stripes streaming forward.
Nimble Gilly nicks a goal
Calmly getting his reward.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Weston have a mare.
A clumsy tackle sees
The captain given red.
Their fighting spirit flees.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 How City only score three
Is a mystery, a crime.
A zealous lino denies one
Others fail to cross the line.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A modest roar swells as
The final whistle’s heard.
But not loud enough
To wake the dead bird.



The match was Bath City v Weston Super Mare
Tuesday 24th February 2009
Editor Note: great to receive a poignant poem on Bath. When i visit my son and family on Winter Saturdays there, we can hear that roar and the chants . Obviously a health and safety risk though, with dead birds on rooves in that beautiful Roman City. or are they either sacrifices to the Gods of Non League Football or offerings to distant and disgruntled Newcastle United fans? Come On City! Crispin

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/not-waking-the-dead/