I remember 9-11 felt like this:
an unearthly quiet in the air.
As if all Nature knew the great
blasphemy being committed,
knew also there was nothing
to do but delay repentance,
forgiveness, dreams and visions.
I waited then, as I do now, for news
beyond party lines, for the unspeakable
to somehow be understood, for
the word “Over” to be the prayer
heard and answered. There is an
unearthly quiet to this day as bombs
drops, guns fire, lives are taken away.
I fear some second coming
no apocalypse has ever contained
to appear at the edge of my front porch –
impossible to get away.
-Byron Hoot
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