Photograph of 9/11 tribute‘A Lament for 9/11’ by Zachary Dilks The Society September 11, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Terrorism 2 Comments ‘Twas so much more on that morn before fall that we all came to mourn as it fell As the shadows that touched had borne, by its clutch, a scorn we remembered so well From the sky rained a fiery metal as flowers and petals were mired with soot Come a dire awakening, staining our safety and breaking the ground underfoot For to think the unthinkable, sinking unsinkable ships to the depths of the seas Could arise such a tide of a towering pride, quelling flames in the name of the free As those towers had fell so the shroud, just as well, of our differences large and mundane And with brother in hand and sister we banded to stand all as one and the same How reborn from the ashes of devilish crashes our masses had marched ever brave From the whole of our souls, through the smoke of the coals, came a oneness we’d take to the grave Now I wonder years later how such a great crater could ever be filled and forgot For the the lessons that cost all our dead and our lost have been left in the gutters to rot What we meet as a difference we treat with indifference and greet one another with hate And concern for our brothers is strangled and smothered, now hovering darkening fates For no more do we crawl through the wreckage for all that we call our lovers and friends But create our own fears in the wake of the tears from the sight that we lost in the end. Post your 9/11 poetry in the comments section below. Zachary Dilks is a writer currently residing just outside of Austin, Texas. A toolmaker by trade and a poet by heart, he began pursuing his passion for writing at age 17. Related Post Translation of ‘La Function du Poet’ by Victor H... The Function of the Poet Tanslation by David Bellemare Gosselin God summons him in times gone awry When each can’t will, but serves his duty. Fo... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Chris Tabaka September 11, 2017 So beautifully worded and written. Reply The Society September 24, 2017 A worthy 9-11-related submission from Dave Blanchard… The Firefighter There is a place the angels missed Too fragile for the worst of this This middle land where hearts will break Or be consumed, or just subsist Or all at once, depending on the day Let those unhearted who would take The measure of our rage and pain Remember, though, that hearts are not in vain– There were three hundred, many more Whose fate or choice it was to stay Until the very towers spent And this a mending heart cannot ignore …Let angels weep, and stay away There is a place these others went Most caring and most hard of heart Who damn the devil; and this, only they. © Dave Blanchard email@example.com Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.