Tuesday, 6 September 2011


We were all American

THAT day.

A shock stock still

multitude of

mirrored Munch

we watched,

as helpless infants

in an infernal pit,

the devil at play.

While the

corollary citadels

static and inviolate until

THAT day

burned and crumpled,

razed in seconds

what took years to raise,

in a surge of sinew

and iron and dust

We attest that matter

cannot be destroyed,

that from which were are made

will last forever,

but too much that mattered

passed beyond our belief

so our hearts hardened

then you bared you teeth

THAT day

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