Tuesday, September 11, 2012

that old day of mourning

in memory of Vincent Kane, FDNY

I cannot grieve
sob by sob,
but choke on the space around me.

Look, I slouch there
in the dark corner
of my poker face,
hot and impotent,
lost to humanity.

Photo of the World Trade Center from the air, circa 1988.

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