Soccer

By Denver E. Torres


 Under that free floating yellow
Ball they call sun (as if tossed by
someone to perpetually stay up there),  
I wonder what happiness
There is when you kick
A ball to and fro from one

Side to the other?


 What goal there is other
Than sweating, burning calories —
Synonymous to living a
Healthy lifestyle,
The magazines say so —
Burning calories:

Today’s universal attitude?


 

I do not get it. Or I refuse to?


 Are they just using their feet?
Because they can use it?
(Is that question sensible?)
Is that game today’s fad,
Influenced by Media, the Television,
the Stars?

 Is Beckham a sort of Father,
Founder (whatever they call it)
of that Game? Why is that name

patched on every player’s shirt?


 Where does their liking
In kicking, tossing balls using feet

Come from? (Youthfulness? Perhaps!)


 From this wheelchair, I watch, sneer,
Ask, answer myself, ask, then
Watch, watch, scorn, scorn
Then shut off my sliding window,
leaving myself
In this now darkened room.