Polo Poem by Anna Greco

Check.
This is all just a game.
Passing it back and forth.
Saying everyone's name.
Clinging on it as if it had money's worth.

The cool water relieving heat.
Team one and team two.
Splashes and tackling to avoid defeat.
Those down were only a few.

Chemical fluid singed my eyes.
I still fought with my dignity.
It didn't matter if I had friendly opposing ties.
they still brought forward atrocity.

Suddenly, I got knocked back,
dunked right under and unable to rise.
They gave me my attack.
I couldn't even open my eyes.

Choking back fear.
I continued to fall low.
The end is near.
Friend to foe.
Checkmate.