Halftime Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Halftime

The field lays waiting
For the fresh slaughter
When tired teams huddle
Like desperate plotters

Gleeful crowds watch
With abated breath
Aa coaches conspire
For trophies of flesh

These times of Peace
Are nothing more
then the halftimes
To plan the next war

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