When two pillars of freedom
crashed down in a torrent
of smoke and ash and bodies,
when those planes glided
upon the River Styx
crashing into
her friend, his wife,
their sister, my daughter,
when all the world chocked
on the breath they could not swallow
Don't you think her husband
was making tea with two sugars
which he spilled a moment later?
And then cursing that he would
be late to work, finally turned on the TV.
As he watched his dove fly up into heaven
He let the tea sink into his bones.
And years later he would laugh
with a cynical choke saying how
he never knew that life could still happen
when life stopped happening.
For when Icarus fell from the sky
Don't you think there was a ship
Passing idly by
Not noticing the boy
who drowned seconds before
he passed that spot