Angel’s Stadium, December 4, 2004

Posted on December 6, 2004 in Occupation of Iraq Poems War

    

You need something big
say a size 649 1/2
for this national ego.
We've got two red hats
that size here in Anaheim.

When its four o'clock
here in this California parking lot
it's the bottom of the seventh seal
where the air force colonel shouts

Strike One!

Strike Two!

Strike Three!

Strike Four!

as our boys clear the bases
with a line drive down the middle
forced play by our 2000 pound
ruby-eyed  designated hitter
that busts them
down in the dugout.

Great game for us.
No one to cry "foul bomb"
when we crack one over
into left field and send
home plate flying
past the top of the minarets.

After that, it's all over.
The fans can bury the dead in the outfield.