If it's black you want then black you will get.
Each sunrise a ball kicked from one end of a blue field
Sails across to a black goal mouth and sinks into it and all
The lights in the stadium plunge out,
But the game never ends for another begins in a field
On the opposite side of this bigger ball we are all pinned to
Which responds to a giant kick as it spins around in an
Even bigger blue field, a ball wary of a hot foot, gearing up
So it seems, not for another kick, once and for all,
More for a death-dealing embrace,
As if a Euclidian dribble started eons ago
Is brought to an instantaneous stop,
A one-foot catch (not kick) and immediate burn up.

I cannot help but think this with the World Cup
When I hear about your lock up and the case
Made against you by the giant state,
I see this global football as you and the big foot
Of the Big Bang wielded at us all is like the boot
Swung at you that sends you into a black hole
For a portion of your life that adds up to an embrace
Of this oil-slicked planet by our sun in a starlit stadium;
Black for you means black for me for kingdom come.