Nine -Eleven

Nine Eleven Alas , oh monoliths, that once stood tall above the great metropolis that housed human souls like carnival balloons and the children would release them in the air never to be seen again the world is rife with Gods and Demons who disguise themselves as good and evil and which to choose and who will lose but they are collateral Oh, that violence would erupt in the name of Gods or Demons the monoliths have been destroyed releasing the balloons as they intermingle as spheres toward heaven Will they touch each other in peace as they drift up toward their paradise or will they pass each other upward never to be seen again © Ralph Sergi