The Goal - Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

even when the field                    is       still                           evergeen
and aubergine plants are the edges
the goal is to put the ball into the net

even when the field is filled with stars
and a pathway glistens blinding the view
the goal is to put the ball into the net

you have done that beyond glass ceiling
the sun is not glandular fever but another glitch
we wait for afterglow and a glass of glucosewater



"The Goal" is the eigth and final poem in our impromptu tribute series to the Black Stars.
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