a new season

it' a religion,
this thing, the leather ball.
these men
in gladiator garb.
the fire works,
the scantily clad
women
on the sidelines,
prompting blood cries.
the songs and celebration.
the worship
as the whistle blows.
the angst
and joy as young men
give
their bodies, their
tender souls. is it rome
at the end,
or just the beginning
of what's in store.