by Richard Marx Weinraub
Baseball is a metaphor for life.
The pitcher and catcher—the rubber and cage—
play out as a sadomasochistic game.
The heart of the drama transpires at home.
The plate is stolen and a beanball is thrown.
Murphy’s the oil, the law, and the goat.
Matt’s the dark knight falling short of glory.
Familia is the story of a family gone wrong.
God relieves Satan. Citi Field’s Jericho—
the towers struck out by the pitch of Allah—
Babylon bombed by the squad of Jesus.
“It is the Inquisition, the/Revolution,”
the good doctor said (not Ben Carson).
Imagine the flight of the bat and the balls
and the hole they are trying to fill.
Richard Marx Weinraub has published three collections of poetry: Wonder Bread Hill, Heavenly Bodies, and Lapidary. His work has appeared in many journals including The Paris Review, Asheville Poetry Review, South Carolina Review, Green Mountains Review, North American Review, Slate, and River Styx.