|Cole @ NFL camp|
My son works the bag with Jake Grove
All-American, played a few years
with the Raiders, then Miami
A local boy, once
His wily red beard curls maniacally around his lips
where he presses his face against the bag
Push like you mean it!"
The whistle blows & they break off.
One retired player passes the ball
to another kid, from his wheel chair.
car crash loud & bodies flying
a seven year old creams
a stand up dummy, they
sprawl on the field
by the fence, an old coach,
more black than brown, laughs, laughs,
laughs wet & through his teeth
"That one---he's gonna be a bad person"
he laughs some more, til he spits up
a bit of lung
played for the Rams, i think
& clearing his mouth,
limps away in an odd gait, clapping
just to hear the clapping again
while we cut our souls walking the razor
between day dreamers & serial killers.
written for Poetry Jam and Theme Thursday
Cole is at football camp with some former and still active NFL players this week. Overall, I have been impressed with the break out moments where they focus on character building. There are those moments such as this that I wonder at what we celebrate and at what cost.