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The Starter: A poem in the style of Herman Melville

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Call me Eiland.

Mark L. Baer-USA TODAY Sports
Blue Sunday was the day
Of the odyssey and crime,
When they homered on his pity,
When they homered in his prime
Of carousels and calm—
When with yearning he was filled
To pitch for blue and shield,
And, though Camden be kind;
They homered in his kindness,
In their madness and their blindness,
And they homered from behind.

There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the Facebook in their weeping
Bare the iron hand:
Beware the Facebook weeping
When they bare the iron hand.

He lieth in his slump—
The Eiland in his face;
They have killed him, the Cueto—
The Reliever takes his place,
The Yost is wisely stern,
Who in righteousness shall do
What heavens call him to,
And the Orioles remand;

For they homered in his kindness,
In their madness and their blindness.
And he slowly raised his hands.
There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the Facebook in their weeping
Bare the iron hand:
Beware the Facebook weeping
When they bare the iron hand.