9/11

Solemn words go out and echo
Over a quiet crowd of people
Who dab their tears and check
Their phones. The man who is
Speaking is trolling for votes,
And he knows that tragedy,
Rather than triumph, has
Gotten to be what the crowd
Loves most. “Who won the
Race?” “Who cares? Who
Crashed?” “What's left to
Do?” “To die. That's all.”
A nation that's beaten looks
Back at its glories, and grieves.
They have passed, and the
Exiting mourners, heirs at
A funeral, have turned on
Each other to fight for
Whatever remains.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-09-12 at 14:53

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