The streets are gray with sand and salt dirty artillery for winter's defense
the harshest winter birthed one early September that has yet to relinquish to spring
And I am looking for Gehrig’s Grace
Giants may fall either, entering through golden gates or at the hand of HGH syringes and Home Depot box cutters
Not to return by Presidential bullhorns congressional hearings or concerts for New York
And I am looking for Gehrig’s Grace
The luckiest man on the face of the earth has turned ghost and carries a Jacob Marley mourn
An echo that carries a haunting paralyzed moment of what it means to be a man staring down death in the dawn of this new century like a juiced Clemens fastball
And I am looking for Gehrig’s Grace
Skip Shea is an actor, artist, performer and poet. His one man show Catholic (Surviving Abuse & Other Dead End Roads) made its debut at the Bowery Poetry Club and his artwork has been shown at chezTGN Gallery in Brooklyn.
This poem was selected for an Honorable Mention in the 2008 "Play Ball" Writing Contest.
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