World Cup Found Poetry: “Nice” (Spain/Chile)

All friendships are suspended:
a horrible reality.
If you’re going to be crazy, you might as well be the nice kind.
About that cynicism
of mathematical and academic importance,
like a sad parody of
one, two, three, four.
It was just panic stations in the end.

World Cup Found Poetry: “Teacher” (Spain/Netherlands)

He walked away in disgust.
At times a mesmeric formula
In Salvador.
Wasn’t he the teacher?
He had a gilted
appeal as a player, in many senses.
A piece of wood
teetering and tottering
on a downward slope,
that rather dirgeful
embarrassment is complete.
I would defy anyone to have
mortally wounded
a former teammate.