September skies

Few things have as deep a hold on me as this

Clear white contrails cut a cloudless azure September sky

 

A deaths-head moving at the speed of sound

 

To the east a black smudge rises

 

The mighty have fallen, our innocents shook

 

The cries of the thousands grab my soul

 

As they plummet in screeching metallic twisting agony

 

Driving a black smoking hole deep into the earth

 

Riding a freight train straight into hell

 

A last moment to ask; why?

 

A wound still lays bare

 

Still bleeding the lives of 2,753

 

When do the dead stop crying

 

The scab of construction can not hide

 

Ghostly pillars of light ask; why?

 

9 years ago, nothing has changed

 

 

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Wow, a stunning poem. I'm speechless. I have a lot of feelings about this topic. I'm still angry nine years latter. The pain has increased with recent developments. Fabulous write!

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you PoppySilver, for your nice review and kind words :)

[Ruth]

A potent way of describing it love, a wonderful poem!
Truly emotive and passionate
Wonderfully expressed!
xx

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks for your nice words Brad.

[Brad]

true dat, bro, this was the most moving peice i've read from you, great job