Poems of the Week

Cristiano Agonistes

by Philip Kitcher

Just a flick of his head. It flew in off his aura.
That is why he insisted that he was the scorer.

He berated the coach: “I know far more than you know,
but you ought to have heard: We don’t talk about Bruno.”

His teammates replied: “He does nothing but dis us,
we would be better off without Senhor Narcissus.”

Adeus, Cristiano, you no longer charm us.
We have given our hearts to a hat trick called Ramos.