what are we doing?
Charts, journals, symbols, and all the trappings of History
Moved back and forward
To assuage the moment
To render the wound latched again
That gaping hole in the Manhattan Skyline
Tooth for tooth
And how we smile crooked!
Bleeding colors of red and blue
But most of all, green
With "In God We Trust" emblazoned
On the soot-covered bodies
And tenderly with parcels,
We open our lives again.
Yet one item is unopened
The seal impossible to steam away ...
perhaps another bomb will save our eyes the trouble.
Copyright ©2005 William T. American