9.11.01
images, sounds, gestures
cries, astonishment, disbelief
awake.
not much
sleep.
awake
now,
though.
working while
media scrambles
to put together
an 8 page
'extra edition'
to SELL
and make money
in a time of grief.
i posted the misery
for free
and yet work for
a company
that sold
8 pages
for fifty cents
capitalizing
on the grief
of an astonished
nation.
nay, no, can't be,
shouldn't be...
tragically, tho,
it is
it happened.
i'm part of the machine
whether i like it or not.
the nation grieves
gives blood
realizes some
strange bond
of humanity
in extreme
circumstances.
time moves
slowly
then faster -
no sleep
waking life a
nightmare
to some.
new york enveloped
in smoke.
hasty calls to
loved ones
across the country -
family bonds
checking in.
thank God all ok
for us,
but what about
the others?
i feel for them.
i don't pretend
to know what
it was like
to be there
in hysteria,
but nevertheless
i feel the heartache
prez popping around
the states
wondering if
it was over.
underground bunkers,
vast cities of protection,
television with even
the home shopping network
relaying the news.
thoughts now?
no, not yet.
still in shock
i guess.
am i better?
no.
i believe in
Jesus Christ,
though, and in
my right to believe.
i don't use religion as
an escape to do wrong i
use religion to keep myself
doing good to others
while others don't
share this same thought,
i recognize and respect them
for that.
free will.
a forgiving Creator.
free will.
the sins of man
plastered over paper
we 'hawk' on the streets
and on campus - upset
when they were 'late' and
didn't sell too many.
sad.
and gas
rising even now
i think probably
money at the root
of a lot of ills.
i pray for all of us.
i wish i could do more
to help.
i wish
i could do more
than i'm doing now.
wandering thoughts
post traumatic poetry
of emotions running
rampant.
the highway -
hoping it
doesn't continue
get worse -
although knowing
it may.
i continue to pray.
- by kpaul.mallasch
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