April 19-21 NaPoWriMo

Trigger Warning: References to shooters and the Boston Marathon Bombing.


Unnamed

I will not learn his name.
I will not learn his face.
Nor where he is from,
Nor what he said on Twitter,
Not if I can help it.
Let him fade.
We do not need to know him.

The MIT police officer,
The runners who continued to the hospital,
Those who lost limbs or lives,
Those names, those faces.
They are the ones we should know.


Something New

I do not watch.
I know what I will hear,
And truly, I'd rather not.
I've seen this dance, I know the steps,
I've better things to do than watch,
Than listen, than spend my day in fear.

They will be racist, if they can.
They will be ableist, if they can.
They will be bigots, one way or another.
I do not need to see it.

So I will write,
And I will draw,
And I will stay away.
In this time, I will create.

I can not replace what has been lost,
But I can make something new.


Bostonia


We come together,
As knights of Bostonia,
All together,
And we will not fall.
Too ornery, too stubborn.
No lone wolf can break knights.
The lone wolf should listen up,
For all together, we are Boston.

I have had State Radio's Knights of Bostonia on repeat all week. I might be a bit echolalic. Maybe. ;)