Samardzija

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and it was very sunny…and the
birds were singing and it got warmer
and warmer until the sun was so
bright and I felt brave at last…and I
did not want to say goodbye; I could not
believe that my feet were still on the
ground

Indian summer or the summer of drugs
out in the street it’s the summer of love
on Waveland Avenue the summer of bums
during 26 years of night

& darkness falls on the nominal heroes
Castro, Rizzo, & a scoreboard of zeroes
Milwaukee’s in first, we have nothing but beer here
& 69 years of night

& you’re a martyr
time fades away
you’re a martyr
the blues fade to gray
you’re a martyr
Samardzija
you’re a martyr
Samardzija

the dog days of May, never been such a mean town
scouts in the outfield, might be moving to Beantown
night train to Texas, be on the next westbound
from 106 years of night

you’re a martyr
Samardzija
a cheaper Garza
Samardzija
you’re a martyr
Samardzija

and I
did not want to say goodbye; I could not
believe that my feet were still on the
ground

† from William T. Vollmann, “The Ghost of Magnetism”

Photo: Daniel Shirey-USA Today Sports. 

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