Ode to a Trainer

Based loosely on Whitman's Ode to the Harvest

For the trainer and for these passionate days and for myself,
Now I awhile retire to thee O mechanical death-bringer,
Reclining on thy flywheel, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy insane and murderous heart,
Tuning a verse for thee.

O soulless machine that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my legs — O boundless summer leg tanlines,
O lavish brown shartlefest— O infinite teeming brow,
A song to narrate thee.

All gather and all suffer