1
God is merciless, not without conscience.
God is merciless, not without conscience.
She makes the grass to grow and
She makes the sand to sting,
The sun to shine and the rain
To wash away blood and tear alike.
Sacrifice, this day, and know a peace.
2
You are a fire. Give
me this kiss, this dance
And tonight I will give you the fucking stars.
You came for me. Only
you know
The trouble we’ve seen.
The winters.
You are a fire. Set
light to me and I will shine.
Everything else? We
will destroy.
3
I am the god of hell
And eight horsemen are coming with me.
Set your pikes and shields and tar
And steel yourselves.
Tonight you will know fear
And our cleats sounding the depth of graves.
4
They do not know you yet, and that is okay.
They will soon.
Beneath these stars and lights,
This sun and these clouds, this rattle rain,
They will know why
Animals are caged.
“Do not try the lion for the lion may try you too.”
5
To win is to know.
To lose is to know.
The sand in a mouth.
The sun in an eye.
Together we are nothing
Without our brothers.
6
I am not afraid of
Small opportunity.
I am heart and balance.
I am routine, but give
Something to me rarer
And I am liable to explode.
7
Remember before the game.
Holding grass shoots
And letting them fall
In the wind, guessing where
The sun would come from?
Take it all away. Now
is
8
I will not forgive you
For every and all you do.
A gentleman’s race.
Back pocket hawked race.
Talk to me over 60’ 6” &
I’ll meet you at the plate.
9
Take it outside
The diamond
And radiate
Pure light within
So bright the
Field will not see.
10
Gloves are extensions
Of men fallible,
Truth Will speak
In a hit laced
Where mere men
Cannot go.
11
I have dreamed
About this day.
Smelled the tall grass,
Walked the beach
With you. We’ve
Been here before.
Bottom of the Twelfth
Is it reel? Touch
down in the box.
Nothing, but a bat a ball and
Endless math.
Simplify, sweatheart.
Touch the plate. Tug
your ear
And let it blaze on the outside.
