Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Home of the Impossible Dream

They call it a cathedral,
and the faithful congregate
to worship at the site of
their wailing wall.

But is is not also
a site of battle?
Flanders fields
where Papi grew,
rent by civil wars,
dented by cruel fates?

And is it not haunted
by spirits of past glory?
Speakers and foxes,
the babe and young,
spaceman and oil can,
scene of an empire's
mortal injury.

Still, the faithful will
point to the miracles:
idiot Lazarus
and ketchup-stained hero,
Pudge reaching the pole,
Teddy's last circuit.
Home of the impossible dream
made possible.

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