September 11, 2002

9-11 Revisited

What kind of man could write about that day?
How find the right words; what would they say?
Shock, Horror, Fear, Anger, Grief and Mourning.
We passed through all stages in a single morning.

The TV pictures of the twin towers falling.
Counting the victims; the losses appalling.
The awful blackness that shrouded Manhattan,

Searing each brain with its terrible vision.

But William remembered an earlier horror,
An image from childhood filled with terror.
Peered at the cloud that hung like a drape,
Was relieved that it formed no mushroom shape.

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