Trust In Me (If You Can)
for Jack Heseltine
No referees in a game that
Has no beginning and no end
On a scrambled field of hope
After half-time or just before
Ex-Croatian national team
Not just another sack of shit
When 2 years later I played
Elbows and feet to his 6 foot 3
Now these words on a page
Is a poem like a bee sting?
The war zone and the refugees
Games played with brutal rope
The electricity was lethal
I had misjudged my step
Did Plato ever guarantee
The one authentic voice?
Did Thamus actually believe
That Thoth of the sacred ibis
Invented writing as a whip
Or martial football, any game?
I wouldn’t trust any poem
Farther than I could throw it.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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