Sport 40: 2012
The prosecution
The prosecution
he loosed the boat that sank the ship
he muttered swears and gave us lip
he took sweet cherries from the girls
he swallowed whole the summer pearls
he took white sailboats from the boys
he gave the dead a waking voice
he shook the baby in the cot
he left the cabbages to rot
he spat into the casserole
he left the dreamer in the hole
he smashed the glass-spun hummingbird
he wouldn’t use the magic word
he took our tongues and gave us lies
he made the graveman improvise
he slapped the spinster in the face
he broke the boy who won the race
he disembowelled the sacred cow
he said to us, start running now
he dyed the wedding dresses red
he filled the old man’s head with lead
and this is why we want him dead
and this is why we want him dead