Fading - After Super Sunday Is Over
and the game draws
to an end
the gladiators are now
returning home
The crowd's appetitie having
been sated
As in the Coliseum of
old
we still gather by
the tens of thousands
cheer on the warriors
Later, when shadows cover
the field
and the stands have
emptied
Contemplate for a moment
Have we really changed so
much through the millenia?
If the wind remembers anything
it remembers
the joy of the cheering
throngs
and as darkness casts
her shroud
sweet peace for all
concerned
in that other world
known as dreamland
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