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.

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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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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