9/11 Revisited

[Hasan Ali Tokuqin]

At 9/11

I was at a 7 eleven

Watching plowing planes on TV

Two cigarets butts were buried

in the ashtray before me.

This two heavenly, psychic peaks

This two giants brought down to their knees

and made into a debris.

Like in Adonis's poem

9/11 was the funeral of New York.

Dust turned to dust

Smoke turned to smoke.

For many it was the last glimpse

of the family and friends

of the fax machines and coffe breaks

It was the last glimpse of the World, completely.

For the remainers

It was a re-groupping

A new schedule

A new restriction, a new diet

A new triumvirate.

As it was a violent mark, a mile stone in human history

it was also a unforgatable memory.

I think by passing of this Tower archetype

A global tarot deck cleared and reshuffeled.

Be that what ever as it may

this twin steel phoenixes

will arise from their ground zero ash tray.

Let us join our hands and pray

for the victims of this

crashed, burned and downsized autumn day.

Hasan Ali Tokuqin

www.poemhunter.com

[jbg]

What kind of utter rubbish is this?

"Downsized"? = Dead??

I am a New Yorker. That made me puke.

[Hasan Ali Tokuqin]

to be not downsized, read poem carefuly.