decorating the lockers
Days when we sat in the gold gym,
Friday afternoons, hot Indian summer
days. Days with a pep assembly,
there would be a contest, which
grade could cheer the loudest?
Those were the days when the
cheerleaders lead us on in school
spirit, and we wished the football
country, made it big.
Had a friend from high school visit.
And they drove out on a road together;
could they still hear the cheering, the
screaming, faster and faster, down the
road, they’re winning the big game,
faster and faster, then black.
The hero walked away from the twisted
mangled wreck, to find his friend
couldn’t hear the cheering. No one
assembles for him now, for the loss
of his friend. Why did the hero get
all the attention?
There was no screaming, just the
low, dull moan in his head