Lancelot & Mordred duel
a joust of valour & honour
knowing not they will later die
through madness & treachery.

In armoured plates shining
black they clash shield & blade
fast & furious, as if two ants
in frenzied attack
or a fuzz of gnashing gnats,
as seen through Morgan’s eyes
in amaze at their miniscule might.

The stadium roars in applause
or deplores as the mega speak
goes on with its battle worn tune,
how a goal is won, how a goal is lost
& the money it cost, as all wars must,
as well as the father, as well as the son,
in the name of the game, the beautiful game.