Voices on the Wind
by James F. Gaines
With your demented monkey by your side,
A bawling baby brother de-evolved,
You chase your elder sibling round the world,
One globe-sized racecourse ever curved in space.
The crowds are always there to cheer your wins,
Photographers to snap you as you pose
Mid-stride beside your conquering machine.
In contrast to your pit manís grimaces,
More suited to a pizza restaurant,
Your own expressionís always quizzical,
Just waiting for a glance from Racer X,
Whoíll pass on some ancestral bit of lore
To help you cross the finish line once more.