bwiley16

As the 10th Anniversary of 9/11is approaching and I am in a poetic mood, or at the very least in the mood to post old things I have written I thought I might also include this one, written in the days following that horrible day.


In the darkness of a thousand mistakes we crouch
hiding beneath a swollen sky
filled with the tears of a million souls
all shrieking, raging, moaning, the unbearable clamor
of a terror never imagined
rising, the crescendo from just beyond
of suppliants now on a higher order
many mercilessly spared
the nights sleep gently blanketed
in covers of plane wrought concrete
taken instead, straight down to the dominion
of Hades, crossing the river in all manner of finery
and parading before him and past
while the rest uncovered and we,
we dig and scramble through literal
and imagined lands of waste.