dancing, prancing,
it's all for show
ritual mating dance
round they go
butting heads
muscles flexed
sweat drips
as they run up and down
chanting
tribal grudges rule
trying to catch female attention
while keeping up with the competition
screaming other males away
from the magic symbols
painted on the turf
pagan war games
full of strikers and defenders
prayers offered up
when their goal is achieved
the religious experience
they call football
bluecows
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I know the next time I'll watch a football match I'll be thinking about your poem at the same time trying not to think about it. 
