Grasshopper Baseball (revised)

No concept of the game
No knowledge, even, of its
Existence,
The gladiator is
Snatched from summer sunlight and
Held in a close, dark room,
Confused, until
The pitch and then even more
Bewildered in the brightness—
Suddenly spinning through the
World remembered—
The tall grass,
Dry and sweet,
Waving below
Brings comfort as
He moves through
The air towards
Home.
The crack of the bat
Sends a brief, jolting
Shock of pain through everything
Just before he leaves the park—
Homerun.