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Marcielle Brandler Poem
The Day the Earth Stood Still
The First Tower
I’m dialing
my wife.
An airplane
has crashed through
my office wall.
Two stockbrokers
are carrying a torn and
shivering secretary
to the broken
staircase. The elevators
have sunken in
to the shaft.
“Honey, Call these numbers,”
I say. They are of families
we have never met.
She tells them their loved ones
are safe. Several people
climb toward the roof.
The fire department says
it’s the safest place.
They return saying
The door is locked.
Just in case, I say,
“Honey, I love you. Tell
the kids, I love them.”
Suddenly, a ball of fire.
Written in response to the 9/11 disaster.
Taken from the book,
The Breathng House Imagist Poems, 2006, by Marcielle Brandler
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Copyright © Marcielle Brandler | Year Posted 2019
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