STRIKE I.
The year Sammy Sosa
Corked his bat is the year
You took your life.
We all felt cheated
You like our hero standing
In the batters box alone.

STRIKE II.
Why do poets
Try to change the rules of the game?
Why is death America's pastime?

STRIKE III.
Sometimes I fear the blues
Is a curveball breaking
Near my head.