Patrick Kavanagh

The Last Lap

This is the last lap
The bell rings
And the tape goes up.

Across the palings
Dumb-mouthed gape
Men at the taut
Terrific tape.

We the runners
All out, fling
Our bodies forward
Towards some vague thing.

We, the athletes
Of Destiny strain
Towards a mean clay god
For a crown all vain.
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