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
About Me
- Simon Phillip Brown
- Kingston, Jamaica
- I was born May 23rd 1986. I graduated from High School in 2002 from St. George's College where I also attended 6th form (pre-university courses) until 2004. I received my Bachelor's of Arts Degree in 2008 from Ohio Wesleyan University as an English Major, Concentration in Creative Writing, and a Minor in Black World Studies.
Music and Meditation
Photo Shoot for Spoken Word
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