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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Poem in Remembrance of 9/11

Blasted skin

under the rubble

strobing lights
space and time

the plume of
silver-black grows
across the
sky: blanketing
the day into dusk

skinned hands
knees, elbows,
heat, loathing
terror unbelievably
thrust down

Dust caked throats

All forgotten in time

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