DECEMBER AT GROUND ZERO
SEPT 11 POEM:
There is really nothing that can prepare you for Ground Zero.
I was there in December of 2002, and I remember that it was cold,
and there was a very strange kind of quiet,
and hundreds of bouquets of flowers
and banners
and people
but nobody spoke really
you just grabbed onto the fence
and stared into the ground
and prayed
silently
and meditated
on the implications of
what was
before you
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