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Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Who You Think Gonna Win!? (Union Strong) poem by John Hulse



Awards:
International Poet of Merit
Shakespeare Trophy of Excellence



Who You Think Gonna Win!? (Union Strong)


4th/14:45


scrambling back from the brink.

down by 17 and time is running out.

but it was OUR ball dammit,

and we were gonna make 

something happen.


our first play did not go well.

We were off balance and the ball ended up

in the dirt.


Then we went from outhouse to cathouse

when on our next play, we made sure

that we were back in control.


precision play, precision

execution.


more of us are making plays now, 

momentum OURS,

they are backing up.


then a little misdirection produces

more success. 


we are moving in the right 

DIE-rection.


took one right in the chops.

knocked down, HARD.

but more success.

still moving…


Man on Man, we move

forward.


we are right on top of getting more points,

so close we can taste it..


right at the line, they stick their hand in

at the last second.

then either touched by a miracle 

(For Them)

or fucked up laziness

(On Us)

we were stopped again.


All that POUNDING and

Here We Are.


Stuck.


We gain on the scoreboard.

But it could have been

so much better.


It’s their Turn now.


They think it’s over.

They think we’re done.


I’m betting on us.

There is no Give Up in Us.

None.


Besides, WE can TASTE It

Now!


We Are Not Going Back.


10:44


They start smashing forward

and we smash right back.

A blunt collision of blood

and bones.


as the time ticks away…


Then on the next play,

we collide again

but this time when the chaos

of our next encounter

is over 


we have regained

the ball and left their

best player in a heap in

the dirt.


He eventually leaves the ground

on his own measure 

to polite applause

from the spectators.


It’s ours now, can we take 

what we came for?


Victory.


9:49


We come out with fire

and madness.

Off and forward we GO!


We attacked the Left last time.

Let’s attack Right, This Time.

Forward.

Forward!


We try something quick.

It works.


Up the gut for nexters,

and we score.


We did it quickly,

with great effort,

but almost effortlessly.


Is this destined to happen?

Yes! Yes!


BOOM!

They are officially starting 

to sweat.


Their turn to Smash Us.

Will we let them?


7:42


They go right after us.

Using their strength.

It works.

We back up. 

Here they come again.

We back up. 


as time ticks away..


They pound and pound away.

We stand our ground.

Now things have suddenly become 

difficult for them.


Have they finally seen

the error of their ways?


A crucial mistake by Them

and we gain control.


The momentum is All Ours now.


4:29


Our first move forward and they

knock it right back in our face.

And they come after us again

on the very next play 

but a mid-level connection for us

produces results.


Forward.


Our Turn. Straight ahead.

Right down their guts.


How does that taste?


Now both of us, pounding each 

other.

Back and Forth.

Feeling the Pain all over.


But we’re going forward,

they’re going backward.


We’re dancing on their ground

NOW!


Back they go.


They have no answer for

what we’re dealing.


Back they go,

On Their Fucking Heels!


We’re in!


Tie Game.

It’s Overtime, Baby!


Who You Think Gonna Win!?



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