I suspect Messi grew up
with your image imprinted in his mind,
lessons from your parabolic career
a mantra on repeat.
God put a ball in the net for you,
opened the gates to the final trophy hoist.
In the end you (they?) buried
you under mountains
of white power and other drugs.
You had crowds weeping,
and a nation believing –
they resurrected you to recapture glory
that never was to be.