Little scraps all around September 11, 2001 as the people started their usual day in New York
Price tags, coffee mugs, hangars, and see that the pets were fed before they left their last bit of shelter
Self indulgences of eating a doughnut, and dropping off the shoes to be dyed to match the dress on the way to work at the Twin Towers
Like a bloody rummage sale all little scraps of life that had ownership dis-engaged by 9 A.M.
What was normal now became useless remnants falling on our heads
It was like a cesspool of spirits swirled upon New York and multiplied
Grabbed its' keys to the city and held on to never open those Twin Tower doors again and hear the death screams of lost humanity.
