A Hungry Goal

A Hungry Goal

Premiership and Park,

Silky surface, mud bath made.

Never sated, a greed for goal.

‘Never Ref!’

‘You must be blind!’

White stick in hand

He marks the line.

‘We want more!

Yes, goals galore

And scored in style!’

Opposition silenced

They choke on bile.

Tribal gatherings

Obscene mantras chant

Mocking, baying,

Of-key threats toward

The talented immigrant.

Gone the tackles

Bathed in gore

Hewn from granite

Defenders of the   past

Roam no more the soccer planet.

Balletic prancers

 Skip and dance, making

Maze-like patterns.

Bemused, confused

The goalie weeps.