Little League

Coaching Pitchers

When my only pitcher（投手，大水罐） went wild
against the league's worst team,
I knew we had a cushion, hell, ten runs
at least. Time for a life-lesson. Like Zeus I towered
over him on the mound and poured the positive
into his anguished（极度痛苦的） eyes. Said I wasn't taking him out
no matter what. And he walked the runs
in and in and in. Before the second inning（一局）
I should have known nothing would help him
but another sunrise.

                                   I was raised to believe will
could do anything, lift you out of any kind of slump.
The short kid got shorter as the long day waned,
his eleven year old brow crawling with wrinkles（皱纹） .
I was Lear, now, had given my word,
and even my smart-ass centerfielder knew
not to come between the dragon and his wrath（愤怒，激怒） .
Trapped in my sovereignty（主权，君主） ,

                                             I turned to stone
as the runs added up and we lost 29-27 and
the lesson sank in like a dull blade
just above my top vertebra（脊椎） , the one known
as the Atlas.

英文诗歌