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Condolences Forever Invoked – 9/11/2001

Condolences Forever Invoked – 9/11/2001

(I sit corrected for typing year 201, when most of America untrammeled by hordes of humanity, and probably far more similar to the garden of Eden, which approximate space/time continuum disparity only about twenty centuries ago, a place unimaginably wine ding with saltine, pristine Ovaltine NON GMO gluten and monosodiumglutimate free, and divine untamed wilderness.)

Many unsuspecting innocent lives
unwittingly found themselves
at ground zero
with absolutely no time

to bid loved ones adieu,
and thus with
a metaphorically clangorous
(aire splitting din – bedlam askew

n'er to be silenced),
aye felt near ready,
viz no haw wing,
nor hem ming – waze

farewell call to peace monger...
and arm Matthew
nine one one when
clear out of the blue

a resounding handy
dandy bell lose clue
asper, a fitting notion pain
fully apropos to applaud motley crue

i.e. strangers risk
king life and limb,
would definitely do,
no matter where persons

stationed come thee
ex-tolling bells morrow,
(whence thee fateful
seventeenth anniversary

twill dolefully arrive -
somberly dawning for
survivors and/or next of kin -
less than twenty four

hours from now),
sans unforgettable tragedy
indelibly etched will be recalled
in a blinding

fiery stormy flashback,
where significant lost lives will replay,
when weaponized airplanes
took a kamikaze nose dive

a dwindling cadre,
qua first line of defense,
emergency civilian and/or military
trained personnel jumped

into the blizzard decimated fray,
whereat selfless persons
scurried (helter skelter like)
all abustle analogous

to a outsize bee hive
where 24/7 news
broad casters did air
(nee blast) round

the clock latest bulletins,
could not escape incessant blare
ring frozen like a
life size like sculpture

seated in favorite easy chair
hypnotized by the sheer colossal
utterly incomprehensible dare
devilish a state of emergency,

the then president
(George Walker Bush) did declare
dumb founded, slack jawed,
and wicked deed

waiting for horror
to be recanted as an err
roar overloaded sensory circuits
exceeded threshold,

nonetheless listeners and/or
viewers forced themselves to hear
live coverage far more appalling
than any night mare.

 

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