Before the competition starts, take a breath,
look into a snow topped tube
on the floor, a glass of goodness
rainbow rising, as they say, good for you.
First taste and sweetness sucks, gulp, tip
and gulp for more, ‘Give me more!’
down your neck through the driving heart
and, ah, spreading out to every limb.
with team-mates shouting, cacophony
egging action, obligation
‘Go for it, for the team, for your mates. Us!’
But now it hurts, belly full and round, busting
and, with pleading eyes, guys and gals need emptiness,
so swallow on, engorge the gloop, slurping,
trying not to gag, to fall.
Slump to the floor. The baton passes
and a new arrow flies.