09/11/01

The number eleven

crushed

between

the integers

09 to 01

is my way

of remembering

delicately

the horror.

Abstracted

I can work it out:

The melted steel

the numbers of bodies

even the flying planes

turned bombs

reduced to two

suspen-

ded

dashes

as if time this once

refrained

from its conclusion.

... ... ... 

From this date

the planet

arises differently

some smaller

than before

but lighter, clearer

others not now alone

but embraced

How could destruc-

tion

do this?

How?

by calling things

to ground

by introducing silence

so words apart

and different

might be said

by revealing

new faces

shimmering

on September tombs.