Poem: "A Position of Defeat 20"
20.
hurtling
around the sun itself spinning
at dizzying
speeds in differential circles
a wave of subatomic
particles
dies on the
bat in the day’s last inning
that fine
metallic ping in the spring air
draws in its
wake a low approving roar
and then a
vast communal silence soars
through the sound
barrier bursting into cheers
around the
field the music of the spheres
echoes in
one wild dionysian pitch
until the noise
reduces to a twitch
i hold my
head blood dripping from my ears
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