9/11 – The After Story

There are flea markets in Tribeca Little migrant stalls selling Pakistani Cashmere, Chinese ornaments and African curios. While a little upwards, Madison Square garden hosts a Floyd Mayweather fight. While a long way downwind, you have renewal, A 9/11 memorial, a structure that epitomizes The fighting spirit of the common man. The days of Marcione…

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9/11 (2)

New York, untroubled like a yellow taxi Shifting to the reverse gear, to see a pizzeria, Which saw life butchered and hung Like a butcher’s window. Life then, had stutters and hiccups. It was never free-flowing and serene As the Hudson. That morning, 16 years ago, Some mad men cut the orb of the sun,…

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9/11

Years are anthologies of healing, Brink desaturating. Stars appearing On the bleak horizon, one by one, Becoming brighter, as your face Turns to a pavilion. Now planes, are No longer diabolical monsters, Islam is no more The launch pad, there are pearl And human shipments from Baghdad to Baltimore, That don’t’ blow up on impact.…

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The Falling Man

As buildings collapsed And fire blazed through wooden conference tables And plastic cubicles pasted with mementos There was one image of a falling man That froze time and space Yet melted the human conscience And through the superman lens One photographer took one frame – of a birdman Plunging to an oblivion While his heart…

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9/11 – A Poem Of Hope

What no man could see In these fogs of gods Was the light of reason Blind men with fogged eyes And stolen consciences Bleeding the soul of humanity As vacancies laid bare Of levitating souls and mutilated bodies Where legacies were etched on tombstones And canvases of the heart Where fallen men rose to subjugate…

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