Written the day of the bombing, April 15, 2013

A Runner’s Ode to Boston

White and black, rich and poor

And many in between

Fast and slow and lithe and lean

And many in between

For challenge, time, or just because

All came and in honor ran

What went unsaid was what would wait

And still cannot be named.

Take hope my friends, their day shall come

They cannot take our Freedom’s road

Our kind can struggle, and so will we

To rest the high ground back

One step, one more, the long road we know well

Look upon our flag today

And know they’ll burn in Hell.

Think of how we live

And think of how some died

There were no boots, nor guns of war

Just rubber shoes and thoughts of joy.

Rise up, rise up and fight!

The hate, the gall, the evil souls

Rise up and speak our hopes for them

And live their dreams which dimmed too soon.

Our colors do not run

Nor do we brothers flee

Again and from the stench of night

We’ll rise the proud and free!