Today’s PAD prompt was to make an event the title of a poem and then write it.
This morning, a 26-year-old man
died after crossing the finish line —
a terrible echo of Pheidippides’ collapse —
but later in the day, four women over 70
completed the full 26.2 miles.
Nenikekamen, said the messenger.
Nenikekamen, I write
in water across your skin,
our sun-reddened limbs
on the shoreline
[Nenikekamen – “we are victorious” – Pheidippides’ last words]