SEPTEMBER 11TH 2001

This is a revised version of a poem I wrote a few years ago.

Dawn comes, reassures,

usual traffic on the highway,

yellow taxis bump, weave,

drivers, late for work,

curse Tuesday morning,

but closed crowds look up.

Too low, much too low,

two silver bullets explode

into crimson fire,

burning fuel

through sky-high glass,

office-material,

suddenly

cast-down ghosts,

falling,

falling.

Grey-dust tsunami floods

choking plumes

over imploding debris,

catches sluggish flights,

terror-smothered

rushing to Hudson’s edge.

Reviews

[KarMarBar]

I actually also wrote a poem shortly after 9/11/2001. I'll send you a read request. This poem evoked all the emotions I was feeling that day. Great job here!

[daninstockholm]

very good description,, well done!