Off the map

• Adam Kurtin, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2005

The Four Mohawked, Topless, Tatooed Bodies
Huddled together to form a circle of sweaty men
their words of love and encouragement
wispered threwout their huddle

the light dimmed as the crowd of over 200,000 people rpared
A tinny, distorted sound echoed through the stadium.
the lights brightened to reveal the four covered
men, bouncing to their soulfull music