by Paul Kocak
Who speaks these utterances
These divinations obscure?
Is it legal to ‘steal’ your signs
Making the game less pure?
O, Oracles of Oracle Park
Keep us not in the dark
Except at night games
Enlighten us to gain winged victory
We beseech thee:
Will it be a four-seamer
Or a changeup
A knuckler or a screamer?
See that shift?
Grant us the magic
To hit ‘em where they ain’t
Or to Bondsian lift
The ball to McCovey Cove
O, Oracles of Oracle Park
Be ye seagulls on the Bay
Or Krukow, Kuiper, Miller
Flemming, Lurie, or Say Hey
Foretell, you Sybils, Ringed blessings
For Bochy’s valedictory mark
A parade down Market
One more time
O, Oracles of Oracle Park