Matt Hagan

Theater of Dreams

Through a vast canvas of green,
An imposing theater swallows the free framework,
As if a muscular monumental luminary were
Striking the pitch from the heavens above.

The coliseum was for only the most terrifying of champions,
The most majestic of men,
Where they were sent to war.

These soldiers like artists, painted the canvas;
With illustrations that could make even the most hardened man weep,
Their generals, like conductors, sit fixed in the stands;
Composing their symphonies,
Just waiting for the blackened sphere
to cross their enemy's bleached end line.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]


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