[the Writing of Kuypers]
I think of this now, one of those
The hero walked away from the twisted
There was no screaming, just the
And we assembled again once more
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decorating the lockers
Days when we sat in the gold gym,
Friday afternoons, hot Indian summer
days. Days with a pep assembly,
there would be a contest, which
grade could cheer the loudest?
Those were the days when the
cheerleaders lead us on in school
spirit, and we wished the football team
luck in the evening’s game. The
cheerleaders even decorated the
lockers for each football player the
night before a game. Streamers. Signs.
players went professional, moved
across the country, made it big.
Had a friend from high school visit.
And they drove out on a road together;
could they still hear the cheering, the
screaming, faster and faster, down the
road, they’re winning the big game,
faster and faster, then black.
mangled wreck, to find his friend
couldn’t hear the cheering. No one
assembles for him now, for the loss
of his friend. Why did the hero get
all the attention?
low, dull moan in his head as he
ended his own suffering, his own guilt.
for him, this time not on a sunny
Friday afternoon, not anticipating
something. The anticipation is gone.
All we can cling to are the lockers
covered in streamers, the cheering.
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