Beneath the sacred
100+ yards of soil,

Broadway Brett Favre
has been sutured,
surgically repaired,
and sent wintersmithing

purple or ‘Packering’
to coldest Minnesota,
pinned under wide screens
by wider tackles or guards

growling this argument,
insult or coach’s expectations;

the ex-Lombardi land
leader drops back
blazing like a buckled
racehorse full throttle

fire still on each ball
bound for a bigger story

A poem by David S. Pointer “to help ease the pain of the local football fans.” Pointer is a widely published poet in the independent press and lives in Murfreesboro with his two daughters.