9/11/02

9/11/02 not like me those others dying by the tens of thousands every day but of natural causes like no food, no justice, no peace our day came on a clear morning our thin shell cracked our gods of green and gun caught in all their deaf and dumb glory those others say prayers for us knowing loss we tend our wounds and wounded honoring the lost rebuilding our altars we repent of our negligence give a sacrifice of blood visit hell on our enemy offer up our young eyes burning in tears and anger we ponder how it could have been me ground into dust my loved one a billowing cloud chasing me, choking me into darkness but for others tens of thousands daily dying our hearts are stone like our gods we remain deaf and dumb