Walking On Ground Zero
Though quickstep I,
O'er the miry field.
Where thousands alike,
Have trod before.
There's one who discerns,
The tracks I yield.
And for each soul,
Those tracks that remain in store.
On 9-11 past, tracks ceased,
As many succumbed to eternal sleep.
Carnage, came as brimstone,
From early morning's falling sky.
Through wetted eye,
Man weighs the deep.
Incapable of comprehending,
The reason why?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2009
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