The Champion

The rain is slowing
Beneath the golden rim of clouds
The "great Champion's" victory
For another day run.
And far out beneath the feelings
Of the different sorts
That laugh, while others cry,
The day continues untouched
By the great importance of living;
Continues and still continues
Through all the dieing we try
Even more successfully than ever.

Babies cry at living
Covered briefly with the life offered
Before memories of it are washed away
And a day is marked for birth.
The Champion runs on untouched.