World Trade
I peer into your eyes,
they quaver and fill
big, somber: green
they overflow and spill.
The tears thunder down your cheeks
like the towers in the day
they crash and they scream
faster than anyone can pray.
Your flushed cheeks utter gasps
of horror and pain
as the people fall through the air
their screams they do contain.
Your eyebrows crumple with worry,
as re-bar, concrete and glass,
a fire rages beneath your skin, the explosions rear,
as all the people pass -
by as though nothing is wrong
and go about their lives
not knowing just above them
the dying utter strangled cries.
You walk upright still
with such dignity
though the dying fall
for all of us to see.
Grasp a hand!
a friend in this fear
as you plummet and fall
in the distance. We peer -
out to the towers
falling like soldiers to their knees,
battle stricken and weary,
pick up this burden please.
Your stony silence is general,
cold and hard stone
set here to remember you
your new entombed home.
So I sit with you here,
at this monument to remember
all the people who left us
on the eleventh of September.
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