9/11 Remembered

Nineteen years ago today, a woman I did
Not know well phoned me before I'd had
My breakfast. “Turn on your TV,”
She said. I did, and watched two airplanes
Filled with people smash into the sides
Of New York's most symbolic buildings,
Both of which came crashing down.
The empty suits who'd been employed
To tell the millions stunned or sobbing
What had happened couldn't speak.
They ran and reran clippings of the crashes,
Of the buildings falling, people jumping
As they fell, and, afterward, the dust
And smoke, and everyone within this
Nation seemed to grieve, at least, at first.
Then they began to call for vengeance,
Which, in time, was meted out and has
Been from then to today. Each time this
Mournful date arrives, another round of tears
Is shed, and we feel sorry for ourselves,
For all the so-called innocents who died,
But I recall what I thought then: “Now,
That's a really well-wrought plan!”
And, “Hah! The evil bully finally got
A bloody nose.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-11 at 23:25

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