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MEMORIALS TO 9 / 11 - PRAY FOR PEACE

Ghost Dance

by Jim Cohn

 

Over the rubble of the World Trade Center

The grand sad unimaginable confusion of souls

Rose from towers mangled steel--to afterlives all--

All eyes drawn to that vacuum in the sky's next move

Where the ghost dance of bodhisattva firemen

& holy martyrs of terror--holy martyrs lost &

Missing, a great far reaching cry spreading wild

Across the planet--the crying unity of undying pain--

 

All the dead circling above ambulance drivers &

From afar in Manhattan's canyon looking up through

Smoke--janitors, multi-millionaires, passengers

Belted in their missileseats, stewardess with tender hands

Tied behind her back--no more bills, no lives to return to,

No Korans & Bibles, no quotes of stocks to comfort them.

 

Bloodplanes break the silence of clouds--strangely

Lonesome--as we, the living, pierce ourselves with the

Hooks of memory, digging without rest, digging night

& day, throwing ourselves into the holes of grief in

Search of ourselves changed forever--looking up,

Seeing nothing, in disbelief looking up again.

 

13 September 2001

©2001, Jim Cohn

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