Second Avatar, Three

Earl Pascoe,
Tennis Everyone

Come Federer, Nadal, and Murray too,
Del Potro, Djokovic, and all there best –
Our altar waits expectantly for you,
As one of you is martyred, and one blessed.
We feast each time you walk upon our court –
When all the planet watches, and fate chooses,
It’s ritual and liturgy in sport,
As we attain the win, and one loses.
So, cannibals, enjoy the broken meat –
Our priest demands our awe be unsurpassed;
And briefly honour him and quickly eat,
For sacrifices multiply there fast.
Here we all know we live in time’s fifth set –
The match that ends, we dread, with ball in net.