You were robbed by a
technocrat.
“The Korean Team
cannot accept this situation.”
But they can accept
it far more than you can, for
in the end didn’t they
strictly respect Olympic procedure
with their official
complaints and their appeals?
You abandoned all
decorum
and all precedent
as you sat there
for 40 minutes.
Sitting, crying
and refusing to move
is the primordial
protest.
Children do it,
lovers do it.
Those responsible
are lost. They
stand there, holding
a tea-towel
trying to talk the
protest round
but finding only
more protest.
You see, frustration
reaches a point
where it simply cannot
abide a moment longer
and in an exothermic
reaction
must decompose
into anger
or sorrow.
For you it was
sorrow,
gentle sorrow.
You sat on the edge
of the stage
and cried.
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