I never write poetry. But I was semi-inspired for this one. Hope you don't find it too cliche', as I know there is a lot of melodramatic 9/11 poetry out there... but it came upon me suddenly, and it came from the heart.
An ancient wonder of the modern world
had South and North united
like no civil quarrel could.
Once I looked at you and saw
a million dollar view.
Windows to the World?
An apter name there never was.
strangely slow in your revolutions,
absorbing all
defying all
with impunity.
You truly were our windows to the world
saw too clearly your impending doom
Stoic crystalline
in spite of your power
powerless to stop it.
Your transparent vision prematurely shattered
two
slaps
in your optimistic face-
as if the pressure of being
center of the universe
wasn’t already enough to make you want to
blow your brains out
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