Sunday, September 18, 2011

Cricket Legend

This poem was published in the 2009 version of The OWL (The Ohio Wesleyan Literary Journal)

Cricket Legend

They said he was great
Fast bowler, great batter

Today he searches the streets
For food and cigarette butts.
His face is scratched, muddy and strained
People stare at his yellow eyes
Twisted, uncombed hair
Claws for hands
Twigs for feet

Those who remember him
Remember how fast he could throw that ball
Hit it out of the stadium.
Could he start all over again?
Does he ever think of this
while digging through the garbage for breakfast?

Simon Phillip Brown

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