Watching them fly in

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.

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