The math requires them.

Invisible variables
   to balance out
every equation.

   Massless particles
      to fill the gaps
   in the universe.

The bell tail
   to complete the curve
of the economy.

The math requires them.

      The math tells them.

      Run the bases adequately,
         without freedom, without creativity.
      Advance only when forced to advance.

         Slip the first baseman’s glove over your fingers,
            but do not dream to use it.
         The pitcher’s hands now own its privileges.

      Go quarantine right field,
         and do not leave the area.
      Every ball you touch turns dead.

      The math tells them.

The math betrays them.

When the mother calls
   it’s time for dinner boys
they stay outside, and starve.

   When the wind blows
      too cold to keep playing boys
   they are forgotten, and freeze.

When the storm rains down
   come inside and dry off boys
they overflow with outrage, and drown.

The math betrays them.