By John Shea
.Reflections on viewing an otherwise unidentified 1880s player listing in the old MacMillan baseball encyclopedia
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Unremembered:
Which hand you threw with.
When was your birthday.
How tall you stood.
The simple fact of your demise
A mere assumption, an
Actuarial extrapolation.
Perhaps you’re hanging on still somewhere,
Raging, shaking your fist at God.
Youneverknow.
What we can be sure of:
One fine afternoon,
Before some long-forgotten scribe,
You stood on a hill
And kissed infinity.
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Posted 8/21/2009