Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Ironies Named 1947 by Todd Fuller

Todd Fuller is a PhD graduate of Oklahoma State University. Other works have been published, in the Hawai'i Review, Puerto del Sol, South Dakota Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Third Coast

Ironies Named 1947 

[Mose] YellowHorse Hitches to Post of Ponca City Groundskeeper" 
            —Al Kaff, The Sporting News, July 16, 1947

One
It's an hour before game time on April 15,
And a man with a rake is smoothing

Infield dirt. And somewhere in the stands
A father will point him out, and a story

Will follow. The one about a Pawnee Indian 
Striking out three future Hall of Famers

With nine undisguised fastballs, or maybe 
The one about his beaning Ty Cobb right

Between the eyes. And the son will say 
"Babe Ruth, Really?" And the father will

Nod, then say other names like Gehrig 
And Lazzeri. He'll tell his son, "Ol' Mose

Threw as hard as Walter `Big Train' Johnson," 
And the boy will know that means

Ninety-Five Miles-an-hour.

Two
In thirty minutes the Ponca City diamond 
Is littered with spit-shined baseballs in flight,

And somewhere in Brooklyn, 26,000 fans 
Watch Jackie Robinson break the color barrier

With an 0-for premiere. And headlines in 
Pittsburgh will be composed with Justice

In mind: Triumph Of Whole Race Seen 
In Jackie's Debut. And parents will name

Their newborns after him. And the citizens 
Of Cairo, Georgia are not surprised that

Little Jack Robinson's running like a damn 
Gazelle around the bases. And half the fans

Jammed into Ebbets Field have a tear 
For the moment. And someone's yelling

"Yonkel, Yonkel!" which is Yiddish 
For Jackie.

Three
Boys in Ponca City, Oklahoma will start 
To fall asleep beside their radios, and they'll

Believe they saw a whale of a game 
At Conoco Park, that the Oilers turned

Double plays just as slick as Reese to 
Stanky to Robinson. And some announcer's

Voice will lull them into unconsciousness 
With hyperbolic renditions of flying saucers

And alien landings. And Mose YellowHorse 
Will return home four hours after the game

Is finished and settle his eyes onto an evening 
Paper. There is talk of recently discovered

Biblical texts in Khirbet Qumran. In sports 
The Pirates and Dodgers win. In weather

The hi-temp reaches 56. Out on the porch 
The wind's carrying smells of rain; the swing's

Creaking like an old tree branch.

From Weber Journal Poetry Supplement, Summer 1999, Vol. 17
Excerpt from The Way Mose YellowHorse Learned How to Throw  by Todd Fuller