by flammeusgladius


(for Ben Hatke)

You should have seen how fast he was before.

Globally, milers knew athletic fear.

He earned a negative cross-country score.

He was the fastest in the fastest sphere.

Then came the accident – and now he’s here,

Trapped in the realm of transhumanity.

Now for his lost ambitions shed a tear.

Before it lands, he’ll sprint across the sea.

The competition’s lacking – so to be

The Flash, O fans of speed, is loneliness

In motion.  On the endless circle, he

Must run.  Who’ll break the tape, you needn’t guess.

It’s creepy how bad spandex trunks can chafe.

The milers of the world, alas, are safe!

–Tom Riley