In the silence of a crowded room at the café down the stairs,
my work abandoned at my desk, I joined my colleagues there
to find the truth behind the talk and watch events unfold
that never could have been believed from what we’d just been told;
Yet there it was, both live and real, on a screen too large to lie,
a scene that left us cold with shock and numbly asking “why?”
In the silence of a crowded room we watched the towers fall
crumbling
under plumes of smoke.
A dark and hollow wall
Soon spread itself across this land from sea to shining sea
shrouding us in fear and grief for Lady Liberty.
Yet like a beacon through the blight she bravely held her ground
reminding us to see that we will not be taken down.
In the silence of a crowded room I watched those gathered near
and saw each bore a common wound, each face so like a mirror.
We stood united with our pain as we followed terror’s trail.
Together now we share the scars; and together, we’ll prevail.
*from “Somewhere on the Edge of Words,” DM Kraft, c 2001
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