Bambi Graf-Burnham Poet Dramatic Verse

9-11

I awaken from the dream...never 
can I recall seeing emotional pain 
manifest itself so physically vivid.

  An elderly gent is at the site where 
the World Towers once stood. He is 
accompanied by a faceless elderly 
woman. He falls to his knees and I 
search his face for what emotion 
dropped him. I see nothing, no 
shock, no realization, no nothing. 
His face is blank, bland.
  Upon noticing he isn't rising, the 
woman assists him to his feet. As 
she guides him forward, his face 
crumbles into tearless hysterics, 
silent screams. His chest begins 
begins pounding in rythym to his 
heartbeat as if dealt powerful 
blows. It jerks his chest backwards 
even as his feet carry him forward. 
His arms flail wildly as if palsied.
  I can't tell who he's lost: a son, a 
grandchild, a beloved wife. But, 
then, pain so intense must be for 
the thousands upon thousands that 
have lost their lives and the 
thousands upon thousands left to 
mourn. 
  One death could could not cause 
such physical manifestation of 
agony and pain~such visual 
wrenching and ripping of spirit and 
soul.
              Or could it?
  Perhaps this is the grief felt by 
each and every one left behind 
having bore witness to such 
careless, senseless hatred.

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