MARATHON

 

Who would raise a hand against Leviathan
or drive the horrid horses of the sun?
These people readying to run–

stretching, bouncing, waiting for the starting gun,
lacing wingéd shoes upon their feet.
And now the long race has begun–

ten thousand runners crowding down the street.
To cheer them on, a strong, insistent drum
beats from the hilltop: repeat, repeat, repeat—

Remember Eukles doomed
to run to Athens and to die?
And life went on.
And what have we become?

Remember the shining one
who wanted so
to fly the Sun-

god’s chariot?
Young Phaëthon
set the earth afire.

Zeus struck him.
Flaming.
From the sky

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