Towers In the Mist

The towers are gone but the ash and blood still whirl around... Gone but not forgotten.. our mantra... our pacifier our breath for the next war. They want to build a mosque in the shadow of our horror. They say its innocent-a friendly gesture- good intent. A brick-and-mortar center for religion- understanding and tolerance. But history says they build over a site of conquest. I say let them build. The winds of wisdom will blow the sands off true intension. I say let them build. Let them taste our ash and manna. Over the haloed ground of: freedom of speech religion Twin towers that can never be brought down. Never gone never forgotten the golden chord of our very existence. Freedoms of infinite purity.