No Birds Sing Here
- no birds sing here
- at the memorial for the North Tower
- roses adorn it
- red roses in loving remembrance
- white roses for birthdays that can never be
- both placed by those determined to not forget the lost ones
- small American flags, sad sentinels flutter in the breeze
- the flag has never looked so beautiful to me
- his name found
- engraved eternally amongst the so many
- when I ran my fingers across it
- I was overcome by his presence
- His pain, his anguish
- “I’m still here!”
- from overhead, I hear his desperate cries for help
- I look upwards and the north tower appears
- a menacing ghost belching fire and smoke
- he’s still up there!
- trapped
- frantically searching for a way off the beast
- and a way back
- to his family that needs him so much
- and whom he cannot bear the thought of leaving
- “this can’t happen!”
- and the birds
- can still sense the lost ones’ presence
- feel their pain, their anguish
- this is why
- no birds sing here