9/11
This is a poem I wrote my junior year of high school after Washington’s response to the 9/11 attacks. I want to get it back onto the internet before I forget it or lose it again.
9/11
Two houses of cards
consecutively collapse,
with kings jumping from the top ace,
and queens whispering their final executions,
onto a board of naive believers,
always believing their lies,
but never asking too many whys,
we hear their cries
collide
with rubber tires,
as grown men fall to their knees,
helplessly hoping to meet god
sooner or later,
wishing the former
sooner than the latter,
as they write of skin boiling
under the heat of the day,
when east found west,
secret scouts long watching
finally rewarded,
by seeing an empire misplaced,
its head displaced,
throwing pop rocks,
shooting cap guns,
and swinging empty fists wildly
in every which direction,
hoping futilely,
of striking anything
smelling of conspiracy,
but never really opening their eyes
and see why
they can’t arbitrate lies,
times slipping, fleeting,
none to spare, but
proud eagles dare flying,
not wanting to step aside
and questiong why,
they’re hiding blood-soaked arrows
under gilded wings
with lying talons
clutching desperately
to ostentatious olive branches
red, with blood-shot eyes,
and broken dreams.
