So long ago, now, but just around the corner.
This poem was written a few years ago in response to the events of September 11. 2001.
I wondered what it might be like to walk into a skyscraper in any city in the world the day after and wonder about the all of the people encased within it going about their daily lives, but with the knowledge of the events the day before. I hope you’ll take a moment and reflect on those that were lost.
Originally published online at The Breakfast District, this poem was part of a collection of poems that won the 2010 Creekwalker Poetry Prize.
You can listen to it being read by me here: http://web.me.com/tschabarum/Tom_Schabarum/Poetry_and_Video/Entries/2010/12/15_Skyscraper_9.12.html or simply read it here:
Skyscraper 9.12
The workday extols the virtuous to be kind,
Be compassionate, as the lorries go forward.
Elevators lift and fall while the sky marvels at the
Intrusion of workers, the…
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