Marathon Monday

 Thousands died that day, thousands died the next.
 Unnoticeable deaths, of hunger, of cancer,
 of old age. Bodies giving in, not blown apart.
 Pitifully human, I suppose, to stare at images
 of the bloody sidewalk I no longer walk on,
 and to feel something that belongs
 on neither side of the Atlantic: anger, pride,
 helplessness on this island of comfort.