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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