Football

Devoid of all that compels him

He presses ever forward on

Marching blindly into battle, 

his cohorts slowly gone.

Ten feet, for ten feet, for ten feet

the relentless beat plays on,

ten more feet to go

before the battle is won.

Once more the cannon fires,

a long-shot at its best.

Once more it finds its mark,

and history is the rest.

 

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

Football is okay, i'll watch it but not sure how the game works.

[joshua deathdealer]

I love football and I love how you used it here. This is inspiring work.