(Courtesy of Skyways Journal)
Shirts of fuchsia and daisy yellow meant to emasculate us
Instead becoming our new gang colors worn with pride
Old allegiances were forgotten while
New beefs were created
We wore borrowed equipment
Gloves worn with the sweat of ten inmates prior
Bats, rationed under the ever wrathful eyes
Of guards taking leave of their bullying
To be entertained
Shagging fly balls in the summer sun
Razor wire glistened
Marking the left field fence
Every man who stepped on the gravel-infused dusty hard pack
Returned to a lost youth
Once full of promise