in this empty stadium I'm being chased
pursued by something I struggle to see,
I smell a hunter's breath alien and rank
if there was one nearby I'd climb a tree
its dusk now and the circuits are endless
he surmounts hurdles with an easy glee
his dark vest sports no national colours
night falls, I need the floodlights to see
its been like this now for several years
whatever obstacles I throw in his way,
running like a jabbed rabbit for my life
dawn breaks and with it another day
my old running shoes frayed years ago
for ages I've been reduced to bare feet.
the number long ago dropped off, and
my skin's burned to bronze in the heat
sometimes I think this is a bad dream
I'll wake up out of breath in a sweat,
or its some species of food poisoning
delirium after that plate of sushi I ate
he's falling back, I'm gaining ground!
did they pay off the years of prayers?
but wait a minute here's another one!
the hurdles loom like flights of stairs
he's eluded batteries of ack-ack guns
run rings round my sharpest javelins.
wish I could put the stopwatch back
it's a deadly marathon no-one wins
for the sun's hotter than it used to be,
sucks at my forehead like a giant kiss.
its a toss-up which will catch me first;
sunstroke or my mad athletic nemesis
Thu 12th Aug 2021 17:54
At least he hasn't thrown a dead weight at you yet! Nice one.
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