Friday, 1 May 2015


A couple of years ago I wrote and posted a poem about doping in cycling called Dopers' Lament. More recently I wrote this short poem about the sadness of the young men who died as a result of "doing what had to be done"....


Bike passed to mechanic
Showered, massaged, refuelled
Another day done
Another lesson learned
Doing what has to be done

And he dreams of bigger days
Of Pyrenees and Alps
Of his name on the road
Dreams of glory
Of podium girls
And fast cars

And he drifts off
On a hotel bed
And molten Macadam blood
Seeps through enlarged ventricles

And a young man


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