Threnody for the Survivors of September 11, 2001


The Bard of Liminga

I wrote this last week in response to a call for poems with various perspectives on 9-11 from editor Annmarie Lockhart.

Threnody for the Survivors of September 11, 2001
By Ray Sharp
(written September 2009)

The angel of death flew on silver wings.
Strange solitary birds clad in dark feathers
Tumbled through the bright blue sky.

A blizzard of confetti–scraps of lives
Torn asunder–swirled on air currents stirred
By three thousand souls, or by their absence.

Tall towers slumped and crashed earthward,
Their steel bones and skin of glass melted and
Crushed by the inevitability of gravity that pulls

Us to the grave. Now, eight years hence,
The rescuers who breathed the fine particles
Of pulvered lives are falling to the same rare cancer

I came to know when it took my father two years ago.
Were the silent seeds of sickness already
Planted in him so far away…

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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