The Black Bat: Cantos XCI-XCVII
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
The Black Bat: Cantos XCI-XCVII
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
XCI
The Blessèd Ball still inert lay
Along the dust-capped outfield track.
Retrieved, it could be put in play,
The last cadaver to attack.
The weathered hide which sparked anew
Could blast poor Grip with lashings blue.
But somehow this was felt too cruel,
That in G…