THE WORST MOMENT IN BASEBALL

Dugout roofs drip rain.
Players hunch on benches.
The scoreboard … bottom of fourth
… score knotted at two …
looms useless as a stopped clock.
Huddled masses, losing hope,
watch disdainful clouds
darken in defiance.
The mound bulges under the tarp
like the dirt near a new-dug grave.