Not Far From the Common
For the runners of the Boston Marathon
First it was the shot in the knee,
then it was cutting off both legs,
the birds in the air fought back,
those on the ground did triage.
The cancerous cells hard to remove
radiating destroys the healthy.
We were distracted by the weather,
but you had us on the run, or not.
You gag us, bind us, kill the news,
make us afraid to enter through
safe portals. Our heroes wear black.
Once again, you strike at our limbs
and like a paid assassin you are relentless
until the “job” is done.
Our freedoms compromised,
you take advantage of the One.
Would you whip us
and beat us ’til you break our spirit?