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  • 标题:Elegy for Rich.
  • 作者:Caine, Danny
  • 期刊名称:Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature
  • 印刷版ISSN:1048-3756
  • 出版年度:2014
  • 期号:March
  • 语种:English
  • 出版社:Sports Literature Association
  • 摘要:
     Elegy for Rich     He went down on East 9th walking    towards the Factory of Sadness.    He likely wore a Browns sweatshirt.     Drunken tailgaters, I imagine, stopped    in their wobbly tracks to ask if everything    was okay. The cop directing traffic likely     radioed for help. Surely somebody    called an ambulance. Perhaps a crowd    gathered. Someone could've said,     "What is taking so long?" before being shushed.    At least Rich died doing what he loved--hating    the Browns. Maybe his last words were     "Let the Browns win this one at least."    I haven't talked to his son in years. How am I    supposed to send that email? "Dear Mike,     Your dad's last words had to have been    about the Browns, right? Please say they were.    I'm writing this poem to elegize him     as a great guy but 1 also wanna hit a dark    comic note about dying on the way to the    Browns game. Any help would be appreciated     and by the way how have things been    the last five years?" Friendships fade    but football scores are forever:     had Rich made it to the stadium, he would    have seen his Brownies go down 16-0,    against the goddamn Ravens no less. 

Elegy for Rich.


Caine, Danny


Elegy for Rich

   He went down on East 9th walking
   towards the Factory of Sadness.
   He likely wore a Browns sweatshirt.

   Drunken tailgaters, I imagine, stopped
   in their wobbly tracks to ask if everything
   was okay. The cop directing traffic likely

   radioed for help. Surely somebody
   called an ambulance. Perhaps a crowd
   gathered. Someone could've said,

   "What is taking so long?" before being shushed.
   At least Rich died doing what he loved--hating
   the Browns. Maybe his last words were

   "Let the Browns win this one at least."
   I haven't talked to his son in years. How am I
   supposed to send that email? "Dear Mike,

   Your dad's last words had to have been
   about the Browns, right? Please say they were.
   I'm writing this poem to elegize him

   as a great guy but 1 also wanna hit a dark
   comic note about dying on the way to the
   Browns game. Any help would be appreciated

   and by the way how have things been
   the last five years?" Friendships fade
   but football scores are forever:

   had Rich made it to the stadium, he would
   have seen his Brownies go down 16-0,
   against the goddamn Ravens no less.


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