Little League
　　Coaching Pitchers
　　When my only pitcher（投手，大水罐） went wild
　　against the league's worst team,
　　I knew we had a cushion, hell, ten runs
　　at least. Time for a life-lesson. Like Zeus I towered
　　over him on the mound and poured the positive
　　into his anguished（極度痛苦的） eyes. Said I wasn't taking him out
　　no matter what. And he walked the runs
　　in and in and in. Before the second inning（一局）
　　I should have known nothing would help him
　　but another sunrise.
　　I was raised to believe will
　　could do anything, lift you out of any kind of slump.
　　The short kid got shorter as the long day waned,
　　his eleven year old brow crawling with wrinkles（皺紋） .
　　I was Lear, now, had given my word,
　　and even my smart-ass centerfielder knew
　　not to come between the dragon and his wrath（憤怒，激怒） .
　　Trapped in my sovereignty（主權(quán)，君主） ,
　　I turned to stone
　　as the runs added up and we lost 29-27 and
　　the lesson sank in like a dull blade
　　just above my top vertebra（脊椎） , the one known
　　as the Atlas.