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Sip Timber Unleavened: 9-11 by ~tmtrcclby:icontmtrcclby:



Sip Timber Unleavened
The morning atmosphere is split
And cracks the world's resolve
As attentions turn to NYC
And the images revolve
Like twisting briars, thorns, and burrs
That never settle down.
The startled viewers watch in awe,
Can't not cry, can't not frown.

Little did all people know
But what destruction still
Was building to a paramount
Inside sky-scraper grill:
The airplane's damage was not done
At all, not in the least,
Because every second that was lost
Inflated fire's feast.

The unforeseen occurred,
The metal ceasing to support
As the flames and force combined
To leave all with a sad report.
Steel bent as a stick of gum would,
Oh how sick the thought!
Industry patheticized
As if all was for naught,
Made to stare down nature,
Also made to cry by fire,
As if all who claimed progress
Had each been but a liar.

A hotbed of humanity
Became within an hour
Something unrecognizable,
A charred and wilting flower.
What magnifying glass
Employed the power of the sun
To see the bad in the US
And decide to make this done,
This thing of all to nothing,
Of thrive to trickled blood,
Of edifice to ashes,
Of rose to pre-picked bud?

Lo and behold! The spectacle
Upon the tattered streets
Under broken skies so dangerous
And so many defeats.
Such a punch, so vivid,
Would it ever end? They wondered.
The plane roared like a lion,
Like old Zeus its impact thundered.
Quaking buildings were pulled toward
The earth to sit in disarray.
There was nothing most could do
Besides to sit and pray.

Forces joined to save a few.
What greatness they achieved!
The nation dwindled, then revived
Again, and then it grieved.
None forget the shrieks
Of running figures on the screen,
Or the way the faces became marred
Like masks at Halloween.

Some people burned or jumped to death
Upon the broken ground.
In desolation, agony,
And pain, death was profound.
And later, folks were buried
To either die or wait,
Crushed under a rubble
Meant to maim and devastate.
Just shy of three times thousand
Were ripped from the world that day.
Debris drifted like tainted snow
Above metal decay.
©2006-2009 ~tmtrcclby
:icontmtrcclby:

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:iconlill-o:
Beautiful. I've seen a lot of poems on this site mocking what happened on 9/11. This one was just really great. I don't know if you live in NY or not, but you'd make a lot of people happy with this one.

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:icontmtrcclby:
Thanks. And no, I don't. I live in Kansas. lol!

But from the 9th-13th of last month I was in NYC on a band trip. We marched in the Nation's Parade.

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"For the Lord's hand is not shortened that it cannot save, nor his ear too dulled to hear."
-Isaiah 59:1
:icontmtrcclby:
and I can't believe someone would mock 9/11! That's awful. :'(

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"For the Lord's hand is not shortened that it cannot save, nor his ear too dulled to hear."
-Isaiah 59:1
:iconlill-o:
Ah, nice of you to march.
And...well, Kansas is pretty chill.

And for your other comment...there's not a lot around where I live, but upstate, there are some people who make it sound like it was less than it really was.

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