Two lines of  students exit
the   double   doors   of    a
different   brick    building
they   were  the   survivors
led     by     their   teachers
towards  busses,   one   for
each class. A girl  and  her
friend  look   back   at   the
darkened  roof  and  shield
their   eyes   from  morning
sun,  but  really  they  look
for dust from two buildings




they were told had collapsed.
Two yellow  lines  of  school
busses   fight  cars  for  space
in    the    small    parking   lot
Where    is     your     house?
Mom  is  crying  and  holding
Sarah’s   hand,  she  looks  so
small   and   scared  when  we
go   home   and   sit  amongst
toys,  as    if     blankets   and
barbies will  protect  us from
the   evil   that    has    ruined




   A twin skyline
     Two planes
     Two towers
       Two girls
     Two parents
  Too many lives