The Black Bat: Cantos XXXVIII-XLIV
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
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The Black Bat: Cantos XXXVIII-XLIV
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
XXXVIII
Away one man had not yet slunk,
And nearby loitered ashen-faced.
He’d have his chance to be a skunk,
But until then he nervous paced.
To some brave deed himself he willed:
Could he do it and not be killed?
This was the Monarch’s pitching coach,
Who with…