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Poem: Remembering

My memorial poem about 9/11, and in extension, all the things done for causes that forget the humans involved


Remembering
on 9/11/09


They walked like shadows out of the dust,
ghostly,
their faces not yet truly comprehending.

Amazing how much dust flies
in the death of a building,
in the death of a concept,
in the heart of a child, a wife, a friend
whose life is ripped apart
every bit as surely
as the building.

In mankind’s eternal quest
to play the games that cause grief,
may we remember, if just for a moment,
each life touched
is real,
has a story to tell,
each face is  not merely a counter
in an unending game,
and contemplate the cost of pain,
and remember that compassion means
to suffer with.

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takadai_no_tora
Sep. 11th, 2009 01:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you.

There has been a lot of arm-waving and running in circles about rememberance, but your poem has the essential truth, far more clearly stated than anything else I've seen.
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