That Special Trading Card
In Memoriam, Bosh Pritchard
Clutching the ball as if to say
It's mine, it's mine you heathen,
Stand back, donn't touch me!
My bulbous, padded uncle
Falls away from the photograph
As though the photographer
(Or photographer's dog)
Were snapping at his heels;
World-famous running back
In the game of mud and inches,
He was used to having people
Snapping at his heels
And once, while explaining
How it feels
To be crushed at the bottom
Of an angry pile,
Caught himself and turned away,
Listened a moment to the far-off cheers,
Smiled a distant, wistful smile,
And signed his autograph.
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