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“people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box.” - Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird

 

pencil ready

     pencil suit at your

 

first training camp 

     where you learned to carry the 

 

ball on the tip of your foot

      just as the tip of your ballpoint

 

pen ran the page;

      ran the paper pitch

 

to the score of      102 words        102 games.

 

 

a homage to home 

      that cheered in 33s 

 

the tension of a calf 

      the pain of your yansh

 

crumpled paper cheers

      from stands; the 

 

lone echo of 

      How Far?

 

from a hand that waves 

      as your own.

 

 

they measure the length of your legs

      the power of your kick 

 

they call 

      stay on your feet 

 

they try       

      to tackle you in the  

 

net of MPs mouths; order

      man to man marking 

 

and legislation

      that leaves 

                               you

                                     your sole defender. 

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eni

Natalie Perman

“people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box.”
– Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird

 

pencil ready

     pencil suit at your

 

first training camp 

     where you learned to carry the 

 

ball on the tip of your foot

      just as the tip of your ballpoint

 

pen ran the page;

      ran the paper pitch

 

to the score of
     102 words        102 games.

 

 

a homage to home 

      that cheered in 33s 

 

the tension of a calf 

      the pain of your yansh

 

crumpled paper cheers

      from stands; the 

 

lone echo of 

      How Far?

 

from a hand that waves 

      as your own.

 

 

they measure the length of your legs

      the power of your kick 

 

they call 

      stay on your feet 

 

they try       

      to tackle you in the  

 

net of MPs mouths; order

      man to man marking 

 

and legislation

      that leaves 

                               you

                                     your sole defender.