9/11

My initial reaction to 9/11

 

The innocent, the brave,

the hands, the minds.

The twisting torso, the sensual fall,

the gap, the gaping hole.

The pen, the crescent sun,

the veil, the wind.

The weasel, the eyes,

the dark spread, the float.

The flames, the white dress, the fluttering tie,

the final flattening contact.

Let these words linger,

a glowing sapphire of memory.