Monday, September 11, 2006

Remembering ...

It reverberates in my head
here at Christmas
one like many others past
yet so unimaginably different
9/11 echoes
fighters prowl the harbor
or are those the sounds of the city’s song of passion and pain
wailing at the injury she is suffering
the trauma smashing down in a long agonizing dance
suspended we were
walking in the mist
in the fallout
from the clear blue screen sky
out of which
the messengers of death emerged
joyfully immolating themselves
in a terrible rush to the ground
to our homes
to our streets
navigating vessels
which had become horror

December 21, 2001