by Rick Newton

Created on: December 05, 2009   Last Updated: December 06, 2009

Nine-Eleven

One nation under God, holding its collective breath,

Reality torn open at 1000 feet by dreamscape computer visuals,

Humanity grasping vainly at the veil separating one moment from another,

Futilely straining to hold back time,

Sights too terrible to remember,

Memories too tragic to forget,

A perverted, fiery flower, blossoming in a deadly genesis,

Earthbound angels treading against gravity and a human tide,

A unified mind reaching out through sheer force of will,

Impotently endeavoring to bolster crumbling monoliths,

Visions of loved ones in the mind's eye, holding them dearly in the womb of each heart,

Willing them whole and breathing from the rubble,

A man made dream shattered, formless, lifeless,

Concrete skin turned to chalk dust and refuse,

A steel skeleton melted and remolded into a grotesque atrocity,

A monument to hatred and death,

Life swirls and fills the void,

Tearing at the blasphemy, seeking life amid death,

Day upon day of exertion and exhaustion,

The hope of life replaced by the strength to stand against fear, in spite of loss,

Hearts relinquish their hold and say goodbye,

Wishes gone unfulfilled, lives and loves lost,

No longer bound by the weight of unreasoning hope,

Diaphanous essences swim through the air,

Kisses ride the winds at ground zero,

A final bequest to loved ones left behind,

A god sized breath of wind swelling outward,

With the beating of three thousand pairs of wings.

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