Remembering September 11

Remembering September 11
Took me these many years before I could try to put in words how I felt that day. 

Such small pathetic dolls
Flying into heaven
Arched backs
Arms upraised above black dots
Those were their living heads...
I cannot imagine
What or if at all, they thought.

Brave heros falling
Fright racing like iced blood
Blooming into hot poison flowers
Of madness melting pot
Of degenerating senses
Dreading descent
Searching seeking....

Yet to be received below
into gaping concrete maws
Of maniacal death
Crunching bony knuckles
For the last impact
Of hell.

Invisibility is mercy
To not know
To not see
The human right
To die in ignorance
Not knowing when
How or why.

A brief moment
In time
God granted them this mercy
Distance defied their vision
Courage and lust for life
Became
Boarding passes to eternity.

so streaking flashes of light
They blipped by us
Husked across hushed television screens
But then
They passed
out and away from the bottom lines
Of our insanely limited radars
To their unbelievable fates.

Ground zero rose up
To meet these fallen heros
Was thus ordained
Baptized by innocent blood
When death dealt the crumpling blow
No God,
Came to take them aboard on
Wings of pity
So no man may be spared knowledge of their pain and plight.

Now under twin towers of mute mournful light
Fallen angels sear our astounded vision
Till the end of days.

I hope you found adventure
I hope you found an atom of peace
I hope as you fell to your lonely graves
Some of you fell asleep.

I hope those of you
Who had lion hearts
Felt courage awake
When all else forsook
Sensed the blueprint
Of the lamb
And were indeed led by the
Shepherd's crook.
And I beg on my knees
That each one of you
had a measure of infinite peace
In that last earthly instant
Before hitting eternity.

May all
hope and pray as we shudder and say
That those who caused your grief
Have a good look at what they
think courage is
For this carnage is not it.

For we'll hear you from this side of hell
Till our dying days release
Frozen screams locked shut in your prophesying stony eyes
Oh please let them shut at least...

(c) Amrita Valan 2015