The Goddest

Will there ever be a winner,
A god who scores the final goal,
A cult that gets to hoist the cup?

For those who don’t keep faith with gods,
The tournaments are exhausting,
And tedious, and dangerous

To be anywhere near, just to watch.
There’s always some staggering yob
Looking to lean into a brawl

And some professorial type
Lecturing on the transcendent
Grace of faith’s most beautiful game.

Leave off. Everyone loves the sport
Until it’s their team’s turn to lose,
Their god face down between the posts,

Their heroes humiliated.
Then it’s all unfairness, until
Another green season begins.

There will never be a winner,
Only champions of the past,
Debates over who was goddest.