
This morning I turned on the TV to watch and remember the 9-11 attacks, that killed so many innocent people in New York City. There were comments and news bites, but the talking heads kept interrupting and distracting. Network TV went on with trivia as usual. As the Vice President delivered his remarks. only one network was watching. The rest had already moved on to old news! It just caught me the wrong way, so I decided to write a poem reflecting on my feelings of the morning.
Planes crashing into towers
New York City belching smoke
Americans at work
Oblivious
News trickles into tsunami
Eyes and Ears glued
Real-time terror
Quite different from
Video Games
Reality blended with tears
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Flash forward…
Talk shows // Politics
Preempt memories
Horrors dressed in flowers
Commentators jabber
while Vice-President speaks
Dead names read
Unheard
*
Sad specifics
Too much for delicate ears
Might reignite fear and anger
More salacious news appeals
How sad when heroes
Go unrecognized
Soon to be forgotten
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Replaced by
A magnificent tower
A fountain
A marble stone
engraved with names of lost
Loved ones still mourn
CNN regurgitates
President’s faux pas
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth