Motherwell and Queen of the South

On a grey green afternoon
full of scores and score draws.
He holds a small pencil in his hand,
marking crosses on a lifeline.

A short walk to the clinic.
Alone; that’s how it comes down.
Is this the moment
you were allocated a lifetime jailer.

With the English Divisions over.
Is it what you want undone.
Those  replays in your heart
along with Motherwell and Queen of the South.

A goal disallowed:
maybe one, maybe two.
Before the final whistle blows,
and all the action is over.


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