when the bulldogs
win the flag
yes
there will be cheering
in the streets
and a great honking of horns
people will be drunk
for a week
and calling in sick
and high all through the summer
on that vision of the hanger
taken in the square
with thirty seconds left
and the glorious
nervous
mongrel punt
playing roulette with a vicious southerly
drifting across eternity
and just scraping through
no score review
the dogs are home
we will be home
we'll hug neighbours
and strangers
anyone
in the red, white and blue
or even vaguely
west of the river
for the prophecy is true
the day
of the little guy
is coming
© Brendan Bonsack
September 2016