Painting, Bald Eagle, Jane Kohut-Bartels,
watercolor, 2005
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That beautiful morning–
Teasing taste of early Autumn
The unthinkable happened
And our world stopped turning
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I saw the plane, I saw the fire
I saw the smoke descend like
A blanket of blinding grief
Too late to spare those on the ground
The sight of Armageddon.
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Mortar-grey people transformed
Into gritty moving statues,
Holding hands, blinded by smoke,
Move down streets where
Paper, bricks, metal, glass rained down
Like the Devil’s Ticket Parade,
Walked in silence towards the bridges,
Barely a moan heard,
An Exodus unexpected on this
Morning of such seasonal promise.
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I saw worse.
I saw people jump
From the ledges, holding hands,
Some with briefcases
And all I could do
Was howl:
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“I will catch you!
Jump into my arms
I will not drop you.
Do not be afraid,
Aim for my embracing arms,
With the last of my life—
I will catch you.”
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That day of fire and ash,
Inexplicable funeral pyre,
Of brave souls rushing in
And frightened souls rushing out
And the ash, the ash, the ash,
Covered everything like a silent September snow.
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Fourteen years later
Grieving when this day approaches,
I hear the words well up in me:
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“We will catch you!
Jump into our arms,
We will not drop you.
You will not be forgotten,
With the last of our breath–
We will catch you.”
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Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 9-11-2011-2015
“9-11” is published in “Pitcher of Moon”, Createspace, Amazon.com, 2014
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