Watching them fly in
I never agreed with it
Lack of emotion
I wrote something
After 9/11
Watching them fly in
Arriving in distress
Not knowing
What they’d been leaving
She had a brother
Working in the tower
A place that I’d known
A place that I’d been
She didn’t know
If he was living
The phone call
Came and she smiled
He was alive.
Long ago
I walked home
And heard
Felt
The explosion
My classmates
Fathers, brothers
Uncles, men
Had been lost
We use that word
Lost too loosely.
Killed.
Too emotional.
What have we become?
Stone pillars
Wooden Indians
Vacant
People who live
Vicariously
Just by television
I’ve lived in a time
That isn’t literally
Real or unreal.
I write
About emotions
The connections
People things times and places
Real.
Celfypridd 