Day Twelve: ‘Owen Hart At High Street’

April 14, 2017

No, it couldn’t be, so early this morning
or any morning past 1999:
Owen Hart boarding the train at High Street.

Not quite him, too lean, with hair too dark,
but squint and you’ll see the profile
of the prickly villain who loved the jeers.

Gaze deeper now, the image clarifies:
his in-ring impeccable, his heart pure,
his pedigree the best, his fall a travesty.

I look away, realizing I’ve been staring
for minutes now, but hard to shake that ghost:
Owen and my childhood, both busted open.

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