Double Knot
This poem is dedicated to the magnificent Spine family of volunteers and race organisers. I wrote this after an amazing volunteer saw how shattered I was (having been awake herself for umpteen hours) and just dived in and took off my shoes and socks as I stared into the middle distance...to her, and to you all my profound thanks.
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Double Knot
20 hours in and your eyes start to go
But none of them know, how could they?
They’ve been busy out there, getting to know themselves
Their trances interrupted by your devotion
Nothing is too much, you say
Imploring them to understand that their race is your race too
Such nice heroes, they don’t like to ask
Their manners won’t comfortably task you
So we get straight in, we take a knee
Fingers through the mud and shit
Into that double knot and peel off the socks
With that, they get the picture
They get that we are relentless,
Tailwinds with hands and feet
Toiling so you’ll sleep and eat
And stay in love with this brutal race
As each charge flies our nest, we win!
And as more arrive, we begin again
Our solo aim: making these giants taller still
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