The dawn played false again this year.
We dared and lost, now bad blood curdles us;
our hollow ‘mate’ hangs upside down,
a winner only for September…
Mired in the ash-end of our hopes,
we are conflicted to the core:
a win for pride would lessen us.
How did it come to this? Again.
But hey! The stadium is new and swish –
with decent beer, sometimes, and corporate
hosting – like some blank airport terminal.
The whited sepulchre of goals.