Another Murder in America

Alternate Title
(Why we love baseball.)

Or even golf.
The rules seem
to make sense,
even when
the umpire needs glasses and
the officiating sucks.
The alternate title
doesn't even fit,
nothing rhymes,
And there are no other names
or titles or themes
to really believe in, despite
loud TV faces repeating themselves far beyond
absurdity.

Or like cut out Jesus
glued by Elmer
to a felt cross
saying He loves me
in macaroni letters.

Greed kills more
people than the guns
Greed sold.
But a baseball bat or
a golf club in the wrong hands
or used the wrong way
can ruin my Saturday afternoon,
or make my Saturday afternoon,
at least
until Sunday morning
when the good people pray
and the birds sing
and just like any other day
none of the birds
want to get shot
or struck with a bat
or hit by an errant slicing drive.

By next Saturday my team may
win and my swing improve
and probably there will be
another innocent or dozen innocents murdered
while macaroni Jesus love
bleeds trans-substantiated tears.