CERTIFICATE OF EXONERATION

CERTIFICATE OF EXONERATION

Regarding the FIFA World Cup 2026 Semi-Final: England vs Argentina, Atlanta
Issued this day in Mahikeng, South Africa, July 2026

Let it be known that I, the undersigned, being a supporter in good standing of: 
Manchester United, the San Francisco 49ers, Mamelodi Sundowns, the Natal Sharks, the Springbok Rugby Team, Boca Juniors, and yes — the England National Association Football Team

Do hereby DECLARE AND CERTIFY the following individuals wholly GUILTLESS and EXONERATED from all blame, shame, and generational trauma arising from the abysmal, unforeseen, unprecedented, historic and supremely cowardly surrender to the Argentinian football team in the final forty minutes of the aforementioned semi-final:

THE EXONERATED:
1. *Ollie Watkins*
2. *Kobbie Mainoo*
3. *And any other players who did not receive a single minute of playing time*

This Certificate affirms that the above-named cannot and shall not be held responsible for the hideous psychological scarring inflicted upon supporters of the England National Team, and English people more generally, the effects of which are likely to persist for generations.

FURTHERMORE, I take this opportunity to REPUDIATE all pundits, commentators, content creators, theorists and philosophers of football who seek to explain the defeat not as cowardice, but as “football brainlessness” endemic to English players and people — when compared to the cultured and intelligent footballing nations of South America and the African continent.

IN EVIDENCE THEREOF:
The lack of tactical and strategic insight displayed bears a telling parallel to chess, that most strategic and tactical of board games.

It is noted that:
– No Englishman or woman has ever won the World Chess Championship
– The only English-speaking World Chess Champion was American (mid-1970s)
– Victory in chess requires control of the centre
– It is impossible and illegal to jam eleven pieces upon the back rank of eight squares
– There is no recourse to penalties in chess
– Checkmate is final

Funnily enough, the manner of England’s defeat to Argentina was the closest approximation to a chess checkmate ever witnessed on a football pitch.

SIGNED AND SEALED* 
In Mahikeng, South Africa 
This 18th day of July, 2026

Supporter, Witness, and Survivor

LEXICON

LEXICON

these are
the alien words
that signify me

express
me completely,
capture who I am
in a whole different tongue

exquisite in
their orthography,
impossible to pronounce

symbols of something
I have not located, would
appear to escape me

somewhere out there
a description, definition,
so resonant
        it is
the answer to my identity,
every question
ever asked

KASPI

KASPI

Ah!,
     those pieces
are starting to open up
becoming a lot more
friendly to me

the squares, too,
are starting to show me things,
teach me
how this dance
is done

pulling back the veil until
I see them, find them,
those
   secret patterns, hidden
pathways

how it all
       meshes together as
a perfect machine

Oh
  now for the first time
I embrace that temptation
to sacrifice time and
material
    seeing what this game
of games unlocks
to what heights
it takes me

honoring the memory
of Kaspi, my one-eyed, bicolor,
feline best friend,

named after that author
who so cogently argued for
the intimate
connection between chess
and life
with all the persuasiveness
of a great world champion.

AT THE TIME

AT THE TIME

we
were always
in a different time
zone

perhaps even
epoch

but then again, maybe
it was all down
to me entirely

light years away from anyone
in my own nebula
or just
high above, if not
deep below
the surface
of this planet
(who knows?, perhaps
both
at the same time)

fifty years whizzing past
each other, never colliding,
not even
a glancing blow

destined for
bigger things, battering our
ways quite
independently into
populated planets

as if
    radar guided, as if
beautifully synchronized,
exactly timed

AND ALL THAT

AND ALL THAT

I was present
at the funeral of the dead Universe,
not a pallbearer
but did bring flowers
(obviously not there
at its birth)

was sure
     they would let me
give a little speech
but was assured
I wasn’t
important enough, and
being a sort-of poet
would be
bound
to get the tone wrong,
if not break into
rap, or, heavens forbid, song

and so
     my bubble burst,
disappointment expanding
at the speed of light

I found a fulcrum, place
to stand, and lever

spent all of eternity
dissing the hell out
of everything, everyone
that somehow
found themselves forced into
or openly deciding

to love badly, and
be loved badly back.
     

CAMILLE

CAMILLE

saw you hanging out
at the Mad Hatter’s party
with Madame Ferocity

your girl
I believe, after you
gave us the lowdown,
told us her true story

or was it
more like home turf for you
the two of you
wearing matching aprons
sinking strong, dark
Italian roast
espresso after espresso?

there in some Sicilian cafe
bristling with costa nostra, being
their regular haunt?

Then,
her back being turned,
you tried to (brigand
that you are) sell me the line
that this Amherst spinster
be some
daughter of
Dionysus

making so persuasive a case
in usual heavy artillery style

that was easily seduced
(how could I not be?)
dragged along
pointedly and
pitilessly
for the ride