A Loud Silence

A poem about the tragedy of 9/11

A man passes by.

He wears a suit, looks at his watch, and fixes his tie.

He lifts up his head, what he sees is a giant.

Next to it is a mirror, a twin, a reflection " extremely defiant.                           

Its scales are a playground for the glistening sun

For now, it seems as if they’re having fun.

In his office, so white, the man picks up a pen.

It is just another, plain day once again.

He writes down the date, nine eleven, and " one.

One second it took, the man is now gone.

And this man has dispersed in the records of time.

What has been done? What happened? A hostile crime.

A metallic bird has crashed into a tower,

On that gorgeous autumn day, with compelling power.

And the flaming red lions swallowed the building walls,

It is only moments before its twin falls.

A rich velvet cloak covered the morning sky

That the sun cannot penetrate with its shining eye.

The cry brings the gods of New York to their knees.

The sound that slices the smoke with ease.                        

The terror of people still under their desks

And the shape of the tower, all shattered, grotesque.

A tsunami of clouds that silenced the streets,

Covering the cement with gray, soft sheets.

While American heroes believe they won’t lose,

The fear breeds in the river of sadness and endless news.

The public is shaken in unbearable freight,

By power more overwhelming than Caesar’s might.

 

And after all the destruction, what’s in store?

A utopian peace or another war?

A man once passed by...
He had on a suit, a big dream and a tie..