Game

In the street

Summer stands

With the crowd

To see the game

In television.

A day that has

Forgotten to set

Is caught out

By the vigorous night

‘Howzzaat?’

To the stables

Abandoned by cows

Wagging tails and

Ringing bells

There goes a

Dust storm.

A little rain has

Just hidden itself

In a dark alley

Under the awnings

Eyes stand waiting

For the rain to stop.

A ring of smoke has

Just come out for something

Soon forgetting for what

It has come out; strange

Shaken by the thunder

Stars fall down all over

A lone girl collects all

And walks home shining

Naked bodies return

Holding handbags

And mobile phones

Knowing nothing

The game goes on

Both the god and crowd

Pray alike, oh Lord,

The current should not go.