]] and other 9/11 Works (Part 2: ]], pages 12-15)
These look to be the end of this project. The energy is gone, and I think the series is complete enough. What would be the good of more? It feels as if there is not much left to be done with the source material, and I’m tired of thinking about 9/11. Let’s all just move on to occupying Wall Street.
I saw a bird hit a plane and sink like a hug into
a porous rubber eraser.
Our way of life: we were just standing there not
I was there, it was like a hug in a cloud in the
Empire, violence — when will they be erased
from the earth?
If you asked me how I’m doing, I’d say just fine,
but for the new architecture of ignorance.
On Monday, people were dying where?
Time to question their worth.
We swear revenge upon other innocent victims
who live elsewhere, among the dark roots of terror.
Who can really say for sure that they cannot
stand against such an obvious threat?
I am imagining how if we had those buildings
back the months would pass by, the seasons would
come and go to sleep.
Just like it was before.
Those men and women so brave, those brave
people who cried on that September day.
We need a quick solution.
Give blood for the ones who have died on the
land of the twin towers of concrete, glass and steel on
an island in the Atlantic.
Imagine a young mother with blonde hair who
loved to take her children shopping with her.
For the Motherland! We will prevail, oh Jesus,
yes, over the rubble of the earth!
The building may have fallen in a column.
The building may have been burned, bombed
and trampled on the head of a love that will never die.
The building may have been collapsing every
day for a decade.
No time to think anymore about the things that
happen. When will they just go away?
I look up at the statue of a building no longer
there, glorious monument to fantasy and rage.