Years Later On Ground Zero

Although I weep

With visions of walls tumbling

Men and women falling from the sky

Like rain

And though I’ll see forever

Thick, white dust contending

With plumes of smoke,

Blacker than a northern night

Today, the sun pours down

Upon so many nameless graves

And children, who skip lightly

Across the plaza stones

Whose voices float

Like bells from smiling faces

Are unaware of those

Who sleep below