Bitterness of the silver medal winner

Unknown, unwritten, alternately shamed
The big game-hunter, the rabbit skinner
One bound to gaze at summits famed
The bitterness of the silver medal winner

Ambition, a city of one
A whole world’s scorn is shared
For endless contemplated space
Between what’s grey and what’s compared

There is no love, no assuring glance
Relieving tension or drawing them back
Ash and dust fill mouth crying ‘advance!’
The only pill the only gold they lack

O vision, a city of none
A whole world’s scorn prepared
This endless contemplated place
Between what’s thought and what’s unfair

In palma manu tua omnis scientia
Quod decernis, iustitia est

Beyond humanity lone figure climbs
Blind to the earth, a second-best sinner
Still bound to gaze at summits rhymed
The bitterness of the silver medal winner