See you not the savages bouncing & crashing
On the field, with sweat & swearing sparkling. Drifting,
Filled the ground, the shouts.
A red, red, red and red circle tossed around
And heads of savages, by that mysterious violent movement, also tossed around
As if enchanted.
Cheers & yells afar vibrated; savages chanted.
Oh the mysterious lulling & energetic spirit/spirits
Plunged upon numerous innocent souls, its/theirs
Charms swirled round, round, and around.
See there the barbarous dance both
On and beside the ground, flying & falling breaths, were worth
More than plunging heads/balls into piles of moss-eaten
Books. Pale civilized intellects coughed, beaten
Down by high cultures drifting, drifting, and drifting
& biting, biting, and biting.
Being enlightened,
Ghosts of killing books, soulless, on the campus, silently floated. Sickened
By that vibration of sweat & smell afar from the savages
That crashed with each other. And Oh,
The red, red, circle darted & smashed those brains, and
Laid those pale intellectal ghosts unconsciously.
The barbarous savages chanted mysteriously
And lulled the spirit/spirits and continued its/their energetic dance around.
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