Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Beauty From Endless Violence

By Scott Poole:




To Run

~a prayer for Boston



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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