In the Shreve High football stadium, <br />I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, <br />And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, <br />And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, <br />Dreaming of heroes. <br /> <br />All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home. <br />Their women cluck like starved pullets, <br />Dying for love. <br /> <br />Therefore, <br />Their sons grow suicidally beautiful <br />At the beginning of October, <br />And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-begins-in-martins-ferry-ohio/
