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they'll call it an anniversary to dress it up
by Vere MantratriadI found myself
barely sitting
confusion spiraling
across some
movie version
of a sky
over my shoulder
thunder popped
through my
chest
some visceral
bass line crooning
through a
more curious
glaze of eyes
and there I found
memories unclaimed
and irrevocable
mass murder
by way of flood
governmental guise
just overhead
overheard
in patriot form
the rain came
all but silence
stopped
as the world
waited with
head, ear and
mind tilted
wondering when
the lies would
stop too.
08/29/2006 Author's Note: 
A year has gone by and it's not any better. Don't let them tell you it is.
Posted on 08/30/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/30/06 at 05:05 AM Wow Vere. I'm on board for all of this. You take a good and healthy bite here. And rightly so. Excellent write. |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 09/04/06 at 11:15 PM This is incredibly strong, Vere, and even in Ireland where such a catastrophe caught our hearts but at a distance, you bring it on home. Thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/06/06 at 03:54 PM ...vere, gutsy and lovely[writing]about a sad way of our being a nation...so much lacking and yet, i'm reminded by kenneth patchens who says 'we experience so many little dyings, it really doesn't matter which one is death',...now that's a good philosophical way of looking at things yet, danggit, so many had so many little dyings in this tragedy that your poem says that and much more, such as...let's not forget...peace, chaz |
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