Lulabell Kitchens took a man's jaw out
As he was lumbering off the field in Grey,
Small town outside of Macon. "Came to play!"
Coach yelled as players on their knees would shout
When they discovered blood and gluey bits
Of tongue. The boy lost all his teeth. The plate
They put inside his mouth would captivate
The air waves far as Rome and Biarritz.
Coach watched the team nurse drop the chunks of tongue
Into a plastic bag. The chunks had names:
Lil' Bit, The Bruiser, Candy Man. At games
He'd lift them high, put the ho back into gung.
Lance Levens, firstname.lastname@example.org, is a teacher of Latin and English. His publications include: Beloit Poetry Journal, Scrivener
Creative Review, Poetry Southeast, Penwood Review, Oak Square, et al.