for Chioma Ubogagu

                              Good God! Watch her, how she 
swallows the crowd-song,
                              how boldly she strikes
the pitch’s borders with her
                              toes, warping the white lines, the
way she knows to reduce each sun
                              in the stadium lights to a ball,
how she kicks into the 
                              midst of each fiery fist like  
she can’t resist 
                              insisting her way round a
pitch, face gleaming
                              like the end of a match.