Gridiron Gods
Gridiron gods
Pacing in emerald-floored coliseums
Waking wounded warriors
Painted on sacred Sunday mornings
Grizzled generals
Directing drives of galloping glory
Battering bastions of blitzkrieg behemoths
Crouched in jagged lanes of motoring backs
Electric crowds
Struck by flashes of dazzling receptions
Lightning bolts intercepted mid-sky
Abruptly grounded by crackling hits
Fourth quarter
Goal line knuckles and sacked ribs
Ruptured faces oozing pigskin sweat
As seconds scrape against the will of men
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2012
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