Tuesday, September 12, 2006

This is My 9/11 poem. Thought I'd give it a shot

A Life

I am a life

You must accept me

My irreparable sins are a part of it

You must forgive me

Anything I do must be accepted

It hangs from a tree

A body


You can almost hear the noises

Coming together to make music

When I think back

It is my has been wishes

Put into the future

Hanging in the past like radio signals

Do you see what I am getting at

When I say

You don’t understand a thing

That when you created me

I immediately became your keeper

Like a child watching over a room

Full of bloodied soldiers and wash basins