Tony Burfield

Fight Song

Practice field heat. His helmet crush. I can turn and I am faster, somehow less angry. And I wonder why he would punch my helmet. Coach tells everyone to let us "go at it." The long second that I stare. The protection of plastic and a little metal. Chin strap cuts. Eye in eye for eyes. All the fists. A perfectly placed shoulder to the sternum at full speed. For a moment all the air... gone.

huddle-up!
i say it's just sweat
around my eyes