One Hand Clapping

It was gallumphing down the street

a hulking, menacing monster growling

with the voices of crushed throats and

cracked hopes, pierced hearts, charred dreams

It gained momentum and fury and heat

with the shrill and continuous sirens' song.

It spewed its splintering steel and glass shards,

and letters --or were they people?-- snowed

from the sky.  It was the smoke.  The monster

smoke that sent everyone running... fleeing

the streets of New York.  A Bad Movie. 

So many bad guys.  So many heroes.  All dead.

The smoke lingers within the voids, the ash.

Two towers are vanished and more. 

Yet here is a light, a match... a candle

in remembrance of this September smoke.

heatherleigh, 3 years later

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• #7 Comment from mavarin 
  9/25/04 8:11 PM | Permalink

  TJ said it. I say it too. Wow. - Karen
• #6 Comment from tjexpressions 
  9/16/04 4:04 PM | Permalink

  JUST WOW!~
  TJ
  Blog Away~
• #5 Comment from ckays1967 
  9/12/04 5:07 PM | Permalink

  hey lady poet....
  
  evil is hard to capture but this one has greatness lurking....
  
  The bones of the imagery are poignat.  (sp? too lazy to go look it up too)
  
  I'm gonna digest some more before further comments.
• #4 Comment from emfeasel 
  9/12/04 7:02 AM | Permalink

  .....BEAUTIFUL!
  
  Elizabeth
• #3 Comment from floralilia 
  9/11/04 2:34 PM | Permalink

  you captured it - the smoking beast...
  
  thanks mumsy!