I am not American, but I think the whole world remembers.
I wrote a poem a few days after the "nine eleven" events. If the perspective should seem odd to anyone, there is some personal stuff woven into it as well - some other bad news that I got while the TV images were still burning in my mind. The personal news had nothing to do with the events in New York - they just became forever fused together in my mind.
The scene from the TV news that made the most powerful impression on me was the film sequence of a man who was walking away from the towers, turned round to look when he heard the crash - and then just turned back and kept on walking at the same pace as before. What had happened was just too much to take in.
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I was the World Trade Center
minding my own business
and other people's too, if asked
until I was run down
by an unexpected terrorist attack
I'm the man in the street
looking back over my shoulder
but continuing my walk
not able to take in
what just happened here
Now I'm just a ruin
a heap of smoking rubbish
full of chaos and destruction
fire, pain and fear
wishing everything undone
Is there an answer somewhere
a way to rise again
high above the skyline
without fear of new attacks
without the need to fight back
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I'd also like to send you over to Wood and Pixels Narratives to look at Dan's pictures for today.
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