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-
SEPTEMBER XI
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-
SEPTEMBER XI
4 comments:
touchy...that day changed a lot of things...
10 years on, and it still a strong horrifying memory of what the souless are capable of.
This is a very unique and touchy post on 9/11...Brilliant!
strong emotions,
well expressed.
hope to see you join poets rally week 52 today.
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