.Descending and turning
A shadow with soles in his hand
Standing alone by the garden I hear his command
Swaying blindly, under a moribund sun
Strangely the pain has only begun
Painlessly crossing the yard-lines,
The ball in his hand
Piles of bodies dispatched in the .
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