From a new collection of poems “If God Invented Baseball”
By E. Ethelbert Miller

What man doesn’t have secrets?
What man doesn’t wear a mask?

Every catcher hides his signs
from the man on second
and from the rest of the world.

If Moe Berg was a spy
he was our spy
protecting home.

Behind every catcher
only a lonely umpire
calling the game like God.