Ghost Dance Over the
rubble of the World Trade Center The grand sad
unimaginable confusion of souls Rose from
towers mangled steel末to afterlives all末 All eyes drawn
to that vacuum in the sky痴 next move Where the
ghost dance of bodhisattva firemen & holy martyrs of terror末holy martyrs lost & Missing, a
great far reaching cry spreading wild Across the
planet末the crying unity of undying pain末 All the dead
circling above ambulance drivers & From afar in Manhatta痴 canyon looking up through Smoke末janitors,
multi-millionaires, passengers Belted in
their missileseats, stewardess with tender hands Tied behind
her back末no more bills, no lives to return to, No Korans
& Bibles, no quotes of stocks to comfort them. Bloodplanes break the silence of clouds末strangely
Lonesome末as
we, the living, pierce ourselves with the Hooks of
memory, digging without rest, digging night & day, throwing ourselves into the holes of grief in Search of
ourselves changed forever末looking up, Seeing
nothing, in disbelief looking up again. 13 September
2001 [Published in Quien Sabe Mountain: Poems 1998-2004. ゥ 2004 by Jim Cohn.] |
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