1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Crumbling legs fall back to safety
After standing unsteadily in gripping tension
Counting chickens is always too hasty
When a goal is born through sublime invention.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Those same legs trundle back home
Recovering from the twitching and shaking
Worn out from seeing the players that roam
Every week they near the point of breaking.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/shaking/