Human Race
Published in
Jan 28, 2022
black track
blue sky
the gun raised high
it’s all a question of…
to soar with the shot
to the end
of the wind
to the bend
of the track
with the sun
at your back
at your side
in your eyes
with your spikes
in the ground
in the grit
in the sound
of the guy
at your back
at your side
and the dust
in your eye
in the stretch
and the fire
in your throat
at the line
as you jog
to a stop
to rest
in the cool, cool grass
it was all a question of…
(written spring 1965 in Brentwood, Essex, England)