on the field

spent
washed
and completely crumbled
with devils
in every corner
whether they're imagined
or no
matters little

with the throng
louder than bombs
and the opportunity
slipping
out of chances
pitches
outs

at stake millions
of trillions
of centuries
of futility

and what i know
is that no one else
can do this
can push this mind
into the dark
and gruesome mess
of your making

and tonight
on the eve
of a day's experience
so far beyond any
in my few moments
of living
to be so tossed
and shaken
and lost
just lost
lost
lost

i did it
no one else
to point to
this scene
every scene
comes down
to this same moment

and eventually
fucker
you're going to have
to toe the rubber
and leave it
on the field