step by step
each second beckons
faster and faster
it grows
these feathered wings
along the arm length
these scurried steps
converging into gallops
gaining
gunning
not a second to lose
the celerity flight
among the numbered beats
upon the delineated floor
so proud
so honorable
the sweating upper torso gleaming like polished silver
the fragrance of victory whistling through the air
Bang
Boom
The last straight run
Down these steps impaling the swelled moon
Sounding the champion upon this amazing feat
Of the runner who won this battle
Against his heart
Of the composer who
Sounded his last note
Of the champion who
Composed his last enthralling breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem