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Under the Friday night lights
Titans clash with minor gods
for the timeless glory
of blood
You can’t see it.
But it flows there, over the faces and the field
Rising
Rising
Up to the bleachers
Into open eager mouths
Down October-parched throats
And they scream for it.
They scream for more.





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