Run, Baby, Run

Usain has won again.  It’s very odd – 
Attempting to superlatize a man
Who quickly stretches space amid the span
Between the deed we readily applaud
And any poor attempt to summarize
How big and unbelievable it is
That he has set the records that are his
Is rather like his racing, in the size
And spanning of the distance in between
Usain and other runners.  Holy crap;
It’s like he has a turbine for a lap
While all the other runners share a scene
Appearing after all applause has passed.
He’s really, really, really, really fast.