Brutality's Day

Brutality’s Day There’s been a terrible accident A plane rammed into the World Trade Center What? Another plane? The other Tower? You mean it’s intentional? Me at my desk Thirty miles due west of downtown Manhattan That’s how it was all begun September 11, 2001. Up my shield. Emotions not breaking a steely barrier of denial. And so the towers fell As did my wall And finally my heart succumbed at such mistral. My cyber buddy, gifted poet, working in Kuwait Said some were dancing in the streets. They even gave out candy. Can the fallout of carnage be displayed with sweets? Oh please, ye dancing devils Please, be you few compared to we. We, mounted on earth’s primordial pebbles Ready to smite the enemy. Let’s annihilate the treachery. This wells forth of desperation. No! Not begat by hate. A plea for brutality’s eradication. © September 15, 2001 Kathryn McL.Collins