such a soul less abomination
a scar
forever marking
our horrified collective
reality
prepackaged
in off handed metaphor
attempted murder meant
of national spirit it was
in which
one good gust of catastrophic
wind could send
security soaring
out into the arms of terror
peace, such a confusable Valentine
glory mugged by needless quarrel
now
pride wears no proper fitting pants
the kiss of centuries passed is but
a history
reading back to us
the patched cloth tales of man
life
an almost episodic turn of unpredictable
events
such cold dribbling aftermath
still holds us in
carefully harnessed disbelief
great grief
feigns ordinary existence
in any true sense
are we really any smarter
than three months now prior to this
most dreadful of all anniversaries
my heart still sets so often quietly
with those touched to be
the ones left behind
my own tears
their shattered lives
lease from me
to even this very moment
damn near daily
God Save us all
even from our own very selves..........
(written Dec. 1, 2001 145am)