Poem: After the Game

After the Game

Written May 7, 2017

I got off from Nottingham at Stoke-on-Trent,
and proceeded to Platform 2 for the Macclesfield train.

Climbing up the steps I see first one police
officer, then more standing and waiting together.

I see no commotion and I’ve heard no warnings
of bombs or other trouble.

But the police wait, there must be 15 or 20 of them, and
They wait for this next train that rolls into the station full.

When the train pulls to a stop and the doors open
I take a big step back.

The football fans pour out of the train doors all men
shaved heads and under 40.

They’re all big and shoulders crammed together and they
pack out the platform heading for the exit.

The police are like a helmeted border around
the crowd of them, and I’m behind them.

But there is no disturbance or shouting or anger, so I’m
figuring that they won that day at Stoke City F.C..

 

by Wendy Stewart

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