I hate to revisit my blog for such a terrible tragedy, but I found this in the news today and couldn't help remember a poem I wrote a few months ago. I've pasted the link to the news story and my poem below.
http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/948777--high-school-star-dies-after-hitting-game-winning-basket
What Good Was the Win?
Monday, March 1, 2010 by Riccardo Lo Monaco
He dribbled feverishly, intensely;
looked niether left, nor right;
heard calling up ahead...
with a swift motion he released.
His teammate received it and returned it;
a perfect give-and-go.
Four adversaries left in his tracks
to wonder where he had gone;
he was much too quick,
much too swift,
much too smart.
More opponents came to stop him,
but he was too much, much too much.
He avoided them too;
dropped his left shoulder, moved to the right.
The goalie showed fear
for less than a second.
But he didn't even need to look up
to know what he had to do.
He took a shot,
he hit it well,
much too well,
the mesh filled with the joy of a million cheering fans;
a nation celebrates.
His heart explodes.
His teammates pile up on top of him;
the goalie falls face first into the ground,
his tears become the playing field,
encourage life with his pain.
The coach clenches his fists; his face.
The fans erupt...
the players scream - they won, they lost.
But when they get up
there he lies.
motionless.
lifeless.
What good was the win?
- Riccardo Lo Monaco
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