• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 02
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Forever Champion

Here you hang disembodied, incomplete
This small part of you, gentle yet powerful
They took your likeness when you were at your peak
A runner, outpacing the field
A winner of trophies and medals from your earliest days
They sensed the power in you
Watched you leave the others standing
Saw you fly the jumps with elegance and grace
You made them millions
And would make more in future years, hired out to sire future winners
Instead a crowded field, a rare misjudgement, a snapped bone
A bullet in the head
In that fine head
Now, here you hang
Eyes down, submissive
But forever a champion