• Gary Hunter

Super Bowl Sunday - March 14, 2022

voices through open windows

prickle my ears

like fog at dusk


before an ear-splitting roar

drowns a drunken laugh

cheers clash with groans

some lottery luck before

a punch to the gut

stolen gold re-stolen


then silence

no breathing

a nail being bitten

life or death

120 seconds


two minutes

for a fate decided

forgiven and forgotten

buried deep but never

deep enough


for the injustice collectors

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