Before following his older brother into the NFL head coaching ranks, Jim Harbaugh considered a career as a poet (just kidding). (Tony Avelar/AP)

Before following his older brother into the NFL head coaching ranks, San Francisco 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh considered a career as a poet (just kidding). (Tony Avelar/AP)

One Harbaugh brother wasn’t enough for this Super Bowl, and neither was one segment of Haiku. Here’s Part II of Super Bowl Haiku XIX.

Super Bowl Haiku XIX, Part II

Hot San Francisco
Starts fast, gathers momentum.
Ravens quoth nothing.

Long kick, sailing, oh…
Catch it? Me? No, thank you. No.
I don’t wish to die.

Cool, calm Joe Flacco.
Slick, quick Colin Kaepernick.
Sullen Alex Smith.
(Scott Suma)

Mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa
Mwa field goal mwa mwa is how
Football sounds to me.
(Natasha Neese)

Inside the helmets,
Breaths raw, hard, rasp, and echo.
Cloud is not impressed.

Kicked, the ball sails
Toward a man who will fumble
Everything away.

A star, curious,
Lights the torn tape left behind
For the hungry rat.

Clock ticks down to zip.
Twelve-pack is dead and cheese balls
All gone. Nuts all gone.

Special thanks to Mike Garth, Amanda Art, Clint Cavanaugh, Amory Sivertson, George Hicks, James Trout, Margaret Evans, Robin Lubbock, David Boeri, and Kassandra Sundt of our home station WBUR for lending their voices.