Refined and elegant he was not,
As he grabbed the bar in manly squat.
With chalk-white hands he hoisted weight
That neck veins did articulate.
With awful grunt and sweaty flex,
Trembling abs and twitchy pecs…
To awed applause that echoed ’round…
He lifted over 500 pounds.
Then he dropped the bar, exhaled and grinned,
Having broken the record
And not the wind.