9/11

9/11

A Poem by Philip Gaber


A flag was raised
and the pope put
his hand to his
forehead.
An old
man cried into a
bouquet of flowers
and candles stayed
lit on a sidewalk.
A young woman kept
feeling her stomach
and a street musician
injected a bit of humor
into his veins.
A fireman
coughed and somebody
up on a cross made an
effort to exaggerate the
lies that had been told to
him since he was an embryo.
 

© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Yeah, a friend woke me up. I watched the second plane, too. It was crazy. Thanks, J, appreciateit.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Impactful final two lines...
Such a sad remembrance of that event.
I watched the second plane hit.
the fireman coughing, representative of the smoke they inhaled fighting the fires...
This reminds me in style to "Save the life of my child" by Simon and Garfunkel.
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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I hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..

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