Baseball runners like a herd br storming the first base, br reach the second and the third. br Pitchers whom they face br hate to see them heading home, br welcomed by their mates, br leaving exiled where they roam, br fouls and flies the fates br of most members of the team. br Everyone’s astounded br once they blow a head of steam br with all bases rounded. br In Babylon the exiles will br not make a diamond field, br feeling not at home until br exile has been healed. br Neither fans nor mere spectators, br players every one, br they await a change of status, br records call a run.