My 9-11 Poem

Posted on January 6, 2005 in Poems

Every poet is supposed to have a 9-11 poem. They all sound alike, speaking of the same inability to say anything about what happened. I heard another one last night which repeated those sentiments. So I wrote my own which is an attempt to strike out over different ground from the usual:

The erasure
of the two cascading
jet black streaks
from the skyline
opened our view
to the Atlantic’s
yellow horizon.

Ever since
we haven’t been
able to see past that.
We wrapped our eyes
in a handkerchief
and lost them in a fold.