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Sunday, September 11, 2011

my name...September XI

Imagine me-
A lean dusky boy
With an nontraditional
Mop of blond hair.

Imagine me
A boy with haughty eyes
But please look down

I am covered with smoke-
With blood,
with the last haunting words...
Of all those buried within
The crumbling Twin Towers--

Yes Maam! forgive my
trailing Voice-
I forgot to introduce myself once again.

I am, I mean- they call me-



SUB said...

touchy...that day changed a lot of things...

Being Me said...

10 years on, and it still a strong horrifying memory of what the souless are capable of.

Saru Singhal said...

This is a very unique and touchy post on 9/11...Brilliant!

The Poetry Palace said...

strong emotions,

well expressed.

hope to see you join poets rally week 52 today.