end it like beckham
with summer games
the Hero break the flow of brit-angst
like father thames
or ted. we bow
and our eyes ring in julie christie
in don't! look now
but then the mind
make murderous hay; as halo slip
the Hero's blind
or blinded say.
til autumn swoop. with His fall His rise
and slight affray:
flight of fancy
a fan's awe flash ; and we fear a fight
a fight ! you see
to the death-lair.
winter, we vow to thee to take not
water or air .
anon/trad
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