Having lived in Boston for several years, I was moved to write a poem in response to the terrible events of April 15.


Ode to Boston

The city will not die
By fire
Or smoke
Or bursting nails.
A gun is shot
Your mark is set
The race goes on
To reach
The bell upon the hill.

The torch will pass
From hand to hand
Through missing arms
And legs
And wind.
Their necks are hard
Their eyes are wide
Not daunted by the
Pointed shards dispersed along
The bloody trail
They run for freedom.

Sharon Hart-Green, April 15, 2013