The New York Skyline
with two broken, missing teeth.
A lump of gold buried
in the ashes
of a Pennsylvania field .
two Wedding rings dissolved
when death did them part.
a black man
holding his
shirt
down
still
trying
to be
polite
as he
plunges
101 stories to his death
Firemen suddenly hearing the whump...
whUMP...wHUMP...W H U M P!!
WHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMP
of the floors collapsing above
them mere seconds before flattening them
knowing it was the stacatto heels, of death drumming,
and still whispering comfort
to the fallen in those final seconds
Todd Beamers prayers to Jesus
unanswered, perhaps because
it was predestined that he and the
others help would destroy that final plane
A woman standing at a bus stop..
The bus was running late, but thousands of gallons
of burning jet fuel took her on
a journey to her final destination .
Brave men who survived heavy rifle fire
artillery barrages, mortars, mines
grenades, and sure death in war zones
instantly killed by a civilian airliner
shot like a missile into the many sided
halls of what we all considered our countries
strongest defenders, but then discovered it was
P E N T A G O N E in an instant
utter sadness
some shallow people heard complaining
about a baseball strike just a month before
the first anniversary of the worst strike on
American soil ever seen
utter cads
Some 2,889 immortal commom souls
ascending all at once, caught up together
in a long wail toward the heavens
19 terrorists instantly ripped, limb from limb,
their souls flung alive forever,
to burn in the bowels of hell.
UTTER GLADNESS
Bin Ladens continued inhaling
of the same air I breath.
utter rage and angst.
Utter sadness
gripped the world
that day,
like a black cloud it hung
not just over Manhattan
but all the world.
Utter madness waits
in the shadows of cool caves
or in Saudi Arabian castles.
Bin laden and Al-quida
plotting evil while
beating around the Bush
and laughing at him
for five years now.
Unavenged the dead
lie mixed in New York landfills,
while their other partial remains
are buried under stones that
mark what once were vital,
laughing, loving, living people,
extinguished far too soon
by scum seeking martrydom.
Five years of one man,
still uncaptured
letting loose more
horrors across the world.
I sometimes think
It would be easier
to restore life to all
of those killed so
that they could begin again,
Then it will ever be
possible to restore
peace to this world
in which we now live.
This festering stew of poison
in the Middle east
waiting to bubble over, and consume
the planet we all love so very much.
U T T E R E D S A D N E S S
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