Today the radio’s tell me what to write.
They demand my attention,
Screaming tragedy,
And new growth.
Talking to children who speak of fear and loss,
But are really just quoting the tears in their parents eyes
Because their own abstract grief has long since been eclipsed
By schoolyard heartbreak, that is infinitely more rooted in their reality.
Today the TV tells me exactly where my mind should be.
So I follow that course, but end up somewhere I cannot even picture.
Maybe it’s because I still don’t really understand what happened
Any better than I did at seven.
And other people my age seem to know so much more,
But I kinda think their just pretending
I mean they talk of the architectural faults and induced implosion
But they can never tell me how it feels to burn and crumble.
9/11/11
Today the radio’s tell me what to write.
They demand my attention,
Screaming tragedy,
And new growth.
Talking to children who speak of fear and loss,
But are really just quoting the tears in their parents eyes
Because their own abstract grief has long since been eclipsed
By schoolyard heartbreak, that is infinitely more rooted in their reality.
Today the TV tells me exactly where my mind should be.
So I follow that course, but end up somewhere I cannot even picture.
Maybe it’s because I still don’t really understand what happened
Any better than I did at seven.
And other people my age seem to know so much more,
But I kinda think their just pretending
I mean they talk of the architectural faults and induced implosion
But they can never tell me how it feels to burn and crumble.