I waited A lonely, cloaked figure, wandering above the hustling square. Cars raced in a blur, Looming skyscrapers blinked, As I maneuvered by. I waited. I pulled the strings. I cut them. Howls and screeches were drowned, As a duet of ignitions roared. I witnessed drifting mortals, Sinking past gravity, Frantic and desperate. I collected their withering souls, Leaving the ponderous flesh behind, For those among the lifeless, For those among the carnage. I collected the children’s weeping souls, Wondering if I felt heavy hearted For their bird would never settle down. As I concluded my occupation, I could not help but notice, How much bad luck the symbols of the twin towers had brought. As the looming skyscrapers surrendered with a thundering storm, Life was darkened, sapphires in night's death.
For my poem “Waltz of the Dead”, I settled upon the dreadful conflict of the destruction of the twin towers in New York, also known as 9/11. I selected this conflict for my poem because this terrorist attack was a colossal crisis that affected and traumatized people all around the globe.
The desired effect is a morbid feeling, and I wish to make the people around the world understand the destruction that the attack caused. I greatly feel that I have achieved the transmission of these emotions from beginning to the end of my poem, “Waltz of the Dead”.