BELLE, BETE NOIR OF FOOTBALL MANAGEMENT
It’s embarrassing, at first.
They expect technocratic, verbal sparring and mind games
She has them dancing with goats off mountainsides
She’s sure hooves are the answer
Hooves, haunches and spring in the hind legs
Beneath the ball-gown, she’s nobody’s carcass
The ball is a pig’s bladder, the goal is a stag’s throat
Blooded and ravenous
They’re a team of huskies.
Ben Willems has been writing poetry for about 10 years and living in Manchester for four years since studying at MMU. He tries to write poetry which is subversive, suggestive and sonorous. Sometimes it’s acerbic, sometimes it’s slapstick, sometimes it’s sentimentally suspect. Recent highlights include appearing at Platform 1 in London getting a poem into BOMP 3, and having the same poem exhibited briefly on the Rochdale Canal Trail until it was ripped off and ended up in a puddle.