The Game! The Game!

The Game! The Game!
What is there BUT the game?
The fields and courts house the eternal imbalance
where ambitions aggress
among lines, posts, and nets.

Where sighs express
the murmur of a tie
deflecting the tally mark
from the face of sudden death

like an ir regular heartbeat.

The Game! The Game!
What is there BUT the game,
where dreams are chased
holding only a thread
of that last endeavor as merit?