and the spirits chant

[tigriswolf]

 

Title: and the spirits chant
Written: August 16, 2006

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A hundred ten floors up and falling, 
Tumbling down to the earth
—fire smoke heat pain terror— 
Captured on film forever,
The thousand feet plunge,
The horror immortalized in the people who never came home,
In the children with no parents
And the parents with no children,
In the siblings and husbands and wives and lovers
Who have only ashes to hold.
—and the spirits chant 
fire smoke heat pain terror— 

The skies are not safe, nor our own ground;
We are hostages in our inner sanctuaries.
Cries abound, begging screams;
The clouds themselves rend apart and ask—
But no one answers.
Only hate explains it,
And hate has no explanation..
—and the spirits request an audience with the jester in the sky, 
and the spirits chant 
fire smoke heat pain terror—

A hundred ten floors up and falling.
The ground will win any dispute,
And the sky will watch all plummets.
Wings will not spread; are they broken?
And fire billows, smoke overwhelms,
Heat pervades, pain fills,
And terror follows us to the ground.

—and the spirits ask the jester in the sky, 
but he looks away and says, 
Don’t you hear the drumbeat? 
There’s a war on, now—

 

Comments

[montisello.livejournal.com]

This is amazing.

I think it was the 6th line down when I realized what you were writing about. You captured that feeling exactly, that feeling of OMG planes are falling out of the sky.

Holy crow, what a poem.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!