Angelo
Angelo Castro
by Dylan Zamani He steps onto the field and smells the fresh grass His face mask blocks his vision Happiness is his only emotion The people screaming hurts his ears in the same way his teeth would hurt if a piece of rubber didn't cover his them With each tackle he feels his jersey to comfort the spot the person fell in When he thinks about the next play he sees them plunge in his defense He watch the score that chose the championship as he was put in a cannon to be shot back |