9/11 TRILOGY
POEM THREE—ONE WEEK AFTER
Broadway and Macdonald, September 17, 2001
you note the gold coin at my throat
I finger it and say, the person’s head
is the Statue of Liberty
it must be, it’s American
very appropriate for these times
you answer; I continue
the head is the back of the coin, I like it better
the front has eagles on it
maybe they represent something evil…
embarrassed for my possible faux pas
I mumble on
how can eagles be evil?
(is it politically incorrect to speak of politics
at this time? is that what I’m learning?)
how are you really? we ask, knowing
the answers would be different otherwise…
here at the Sunshine Diner, almost one week after—
you’re gone, the rock music goes quiet;
amid images of Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Jimmy Dean
this is the right place for my memorial—
the poems that would not come, could not;
my hand over paper
chases mauve and lime-coloured shadows—
the eerie, surreal effects of the diner’s neon lights
and the spirits
of Americans
who died
too young…
Franci Louann flouann@telus.net September 17, 2001
Peace war coping terrorism
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