heavy pumping in the legs and a steady rhythm
stretching as you cross the line then a tearing
push the skin to a new personal best
keep moving
the rabbit runs with paws pinwheels
alarm clock heart in its doomed orbit
white fur gone tawny with rust and wear
racing parallel
everyone runs their own race
and even though you've never hungered
you want the oil in your smile
the weight round your shoulders
as you cross the line look back
the rabbit in your jaws kicks
and at last you begin to stagger
you haven't won
but at last
you've lost everything just for them
and just imagine how pleased with you
he'll be.
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