Shane Warne is, in my humble opinion, the finest cricketer in history. He is an Australian leg-spin bowler, a peroxide sorcerer, whose first delivery in England (commonly known as the "ball of the century") so bamboozled Mike Gatting, the batsman, that he had no idea why his off bail was lying at his feet nor why the Oz players were rejoicing. Leather Taunter celebrates the spinner's art and, as ever, links the batsman's submission with sexual domination and manipulation....
Leather Taunter
Leather taunter
Flipper to my
soul,
Shimmering
vision,
Rhythmic wrist
roll.
Tearing me apart,
Hellish humming
bird
A Doosra to my
heart.
Enter my
backyard,
Ravage my
defence,
And violate my
guard.
You willowy minx
(An uncertain
corridor)
My manhood
shrinks.
Yes,
Leg-break caress,
Death-rattle my
fate.
Enter my
threshold,
A whiff of dust
And I am bowled,
Bowled,
Bowled