Twins
So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly
Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds
Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;
Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground
A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry
Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.
Copyright © Andrew Gelb | Year Posted 2012
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