the NFL would initiate
a holiday for old
piano arms…
Pulling on a screen pass…
Taking out pursuit by
leading with his head.
Knocking down
potential tacklers
As Franco or Rocky
scooted into the endzone.
Triceps bulging as he went back
to the huddle…
Ready for some more
helmet to helmet
contact…
It is just unfortunate
that he was slowly
dying while doing his
job…
A scrambled noggin
back in the day was
seen as a badge
of courage
for lineman…
Could care less that
too many times, your
brain would slosh to the other
side of your skull…
During the millions
of collisions that
took place
during practice
and games…
But god damn it,
Bless Mike Webster…
He gave so much to
the Steelers dynasty…
Play after play, year
after year…
Not knowing
while in the process.
He gave the ultimate
sacrifice.
About Dan Provost:
Dan Provost's poetry has been published throughout the small press for many years. He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura--and their Bichon Frisce...Bella.
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