Points Away

Pull out bleachers shiver like a fault line
horn section plays the community jam
sweat stains mar ill fit suits, ties lolling
beading like July on an ice chest.

Thump, thump up and down, scores flashing
nails bitten, teeth gnashing
desperate partisans like Luther versus Zwingli
counting heads and tickets to heaven’s parade.

And the trumpets sounded, baptists spoke in tongues
dangled snakes like pentecostals dancing over flames
and the Mormon planetary brigade held no sway
when sports are religion, joy and sorrow are points away.

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