bats vs. balls

Bats
fly at night
under bright lights
swung to smack balls
out of parks with a blur
and a thwack upon which 
dreams are hung. 

Balls 
fly at night 
between sheets 
behind doors making 
vigorous squeaks of whose 
business it is! Hers or 
his, or just yours. 

If once as you stood 
under lights, before crowds, 
and a bat out of hell smacked
your balls for the whole world to ow!
- but you knew that foul hit wins it all?

Well, you'd act in accordance with fate.

Take the fall - or arise? Limp around! Weaving,
grinning in sickmaking triumph and pain - and wave!
To the jubilating crowd, so happy to see that hard shot
to your cost, their gain.

We do what we must, flying balls. Hard-swung bats.
Well, we do what just happened, in fact. That's all.