To Run: A Prayer for Boston


Thu, Apr 18, 2013

Poem in Your Pocket

By Scott Poole
Submitted by Anne Ogilvie (Interdisciplinary and Global Studies Division)


To run
is to rise above the weak spirit
is to take on pain
is to push pain in the chest
with both palms

stumbling over garbage,
gravel, fragments of life,

is to say I will take you
on in the street.
Every breath of mine
is a battering ram,

shoving, crushing,
swinging a hammer of air.

I am a body of fast moving blood
inhaling you
taking you in like a tank.
I will consume your hate.

I will run straight into you
as if you were a finish line of joy,
picking up the fallen along the way
and you will never stop me,
you will never
stop me.

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One Response to “To Run: A Prayer for Boston”

  1. kboudreau Says:

    Anne writes that she heard this poem this week on NPR’s “Here and Now.” ” I thought it was beautiful, and captured much of the spirit of the city and the marathoners in response to Monday’s terrible act of violence..”