Poets Vs. Wildcats - Poem by Ronald Koertge
Coach entreats us to control the clock.
But how can one not ponder "time's winged
chariot," or "Time the foe of Man's dominion"?
Pondering leads to delay of game.
Naturally we read the defense.
But the sub-text is slippery. Our feminist
tight end accuses the entire offense
of phallocentrism. During the lively
debate, visitors score again.
Our quarterback refuses to use brutal
spondees, so the center hikes when
he feels inspired. More penalties.
The wide receiver broods near the sidelines.
Even when open he is likely to stop
and record in his journal the sun off those
tubas, the ball falling toward him out
of the blue apron of the sky.
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