Two, written in the days after the attack. More stunned than anything else at that point. My head could only wrap itself around the details, I couldn't even begin to write about the real human tragedy.
The autumn horizon smoulders
in amber, umber, ochre-
a pale, guilded echo
of the flames that devour
the soul of a nation.
How fragile are man's things.
Behemoths become matchsticks
in amber, umber, ochre;
and ashes rain down on our heads and our hearts -
descending to darkness.
Wafting embers ignite this torch
(amber, umber, ochre).
The sun silent, surpassed
quelled by the spark
of a sudden autumn flame.
In the days after the attack, they stopped all flights over the US (for about a week, I think). And it occurred to me that was the only time I had ever seen (or would probably ever see again) the sky overhead completely free of aircraft...
The last stanza is a reference to the digging for survivors in the wreckage of the Twin Towers; they would later realize that there were no survivors to be rescued.
Silent Sky
For three days now
there has been nothing
but silent blue sky.
For three days.
Lofty white clouds
scurry by
to collect in their
far-off meeting place.
Impervious
to the absence of
their Father's sons' creatures.
Returned by us,
in a moment's violence,
ten million years of peace
in silent untouched blue;
no man-made scratches
to swell and stain
the heaven's hue.
No grids carved into sky -
we, returned to earth
heavy and flightless.
Reminded again
of the hatchlings we are
helpless and sightless
and mortal, unlike
the perfect blue sky
at peace with its own.
Heaven above us -
we dig at the dirt
and stare at the stone.
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Watching live footage of the memorial right now. Someone with a beautiful voice just sang the national anthem; now there's bagpipes playing in the background.
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