Snake oil salesman dance
in the naked streets of
Manhattan,
whilst football toting
Everyone's, iron on their
American flags.

The sidewalks shake in
the aftershock of denial.
Stagnant are the mosquito pits
that pile high on the lake,
waiting for nothing to happen.

Candlelight stock exchanges
trade dollars in the dark
as the gun-toting businessman
checks his texts for graphic pleasure.

One application links the world
to hypnosis while the thieves
write their crimes in the sky.

Curtis mixes his Kool-aid packet
into the near frozen water
and tries to remember where home is.

Daniel irons his fresh New York Times
and hangs his suit with his tie.

Patricia needs more information,
but the kids get in the way of ever
pressing the issue.

Shortly after the bomb a downtown boy
finds a bottle by the beach.
Smashing it against a rock
he unfolds the letter.

"I went against the grain,fabric,
and fiber of everything this country
should be.
We murdered our own..
I murdered my own."
9/12/01

09/23/2012