Red sky sunset
no sailors delight
on this Patriots day.
Healthy bodies trained
for personal bests
hurt by a morass of hate.
We don't know why.
But eventually blame will be laid
and bodies sadly to rest.
And somewhere laurels given
among the sick minds
who glory in their own hate.
We don't know why.
Yet, drums of revenge
are already beating.
We don't know why.
Humans are so small.
Becky Harblin sends with this poem love to Boston and all the runners.
