September 11, 2011

In Memoriam


The day still tastes like ash.
When the earth shivered, let out a sigh-- 
The day our faith in steel and stone became a lie, 
But not our love for those torn from us in a flash 
Between bitter quarrels and hasty goodbyes. 

The day still tastes like ash. 
When ribbons of flame opened from a gash:
A scream of turbines ripped the sky.
Soot twirled like confetti blinding our eyes. 
The day still tastes like ash.


Geoffrey Philp

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