AH, MANCHESTER UNITED
Ah, Manchester United
just like during the blitz
we took a direct hit
bomb not loaded
with TNT, Vorsprung mit
Technik Waffen
loaded with
Stateside shit
two in a row
actually
we
muscled up
against City
with all
out false nines
and fake
fullbacks
and forgot
how to play
then our little
archangel in process
(looks
more
like an imp)
entire foundation
for our future
now wants greener
pastures in hot
languid
Spain (could
settle for
Catalonia, the whole
world wants him
already
knows his name)
but talking of names,
this name
once illustrious,
is
beginning to
fade
thing is
this is said to be
an illustrious name
this is supposed to be
ultimate
football Mecca, given
the moniker
Theatre of Dreams
but gravity
cruel, greedy, only
in it for
the money gravity
got its
finger
in the half-
time pie, light-
bending coils about
this club,
strangling
its players, chopping blocking
its teams
begging
a best fit for
purpose answer to
this question:
why do so many
coming here
to play
lose
their way?
be like footnotes
to the script
die like
extras
in an epic, actors on stage
in a tragedy play?
United are back
United
are back
the ghosts of so many managers
desperate to
hear that again.
poems 2 die for 