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Superbowl

Superbowl LII

          for Kiya

Eagles soared through overcast skies
to bring back sun. Frankly, I didn't care
who won. All was already lost and done,
a day of tossing pigskin, a pig's opinion
not-with-standing. Only patriots were allowed
to voice their thoughts—and although I had many—
I wasn't one of the anointed ones
to share for my friends demeaned, deported.
Despair hunted those who still had hearts; so,
we prayed that eagles would soar high enough
to bring back souls for patriots who'd lost them.

© Kåre Enga [174.330] (4.february.2018)

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Superbowl

         for Kiya

Eagles soared through overcast skies
to bring back sun. Frankly, I didn't care
who won. All was already lost and done,
a day of tossing pigskin, a pig's opinion
not-with-standing. Only patriots were allowed
to voice their thoughts—and although I had many—
I wasn't one of the anointed ones.
For my friends demeaned, depressed, deported;
despair hunted those who still had hearts; still,
we prayed that eagles would soar high enough
to bring back souls for those who'd lost them.

© Kåre Enga [174.330] (4.february.2018)

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