Mar 17, 2015

Sonnet with Angels Watching Soccer

Written by Matt Morton

Read by Shelley Wong

Although some mortals call it beautiful,
Really the same
Thing happens every game:
The rival squads line up; the dull

Tweet of the referee initiates
The match–free kicks,
Stray passes, through-balls, tricks
And turns. Soon, our interest abates.

Up here, in the wings, it looks almost depraved:
Such preparation
For some longed-for elation,
Though chance, after chance, after chance, is saved.

It’s sad: with every shot-in-the-dark on goal,
A momentary heartening of the soul.