Best Sympathyin Memoriam Poems

Nine Eleven, 2005: In Memoriam

Today
the hands of time wound
back the clocks to

morning,
mourning-mired, clocked at
forty-six past eight

exactly
when wanton wings wrought 
terror's shocking stat: 

two
thousand forty nine! All ground
to zero with the towers twin 

turned
dust-cloaked debris choking
in a cloud of acrid smoke

and 
all shed tears are gathered 
now in limpid pool of 

pained
reflection roiled by roses with
their thorns, in silence


piercing 
hearts again, their old wounds
yet unhealed by salving

hands
         of
             time.