That
sunny Tuesday morning
I saw you burn
My two twin brothers you.
Smoke – dark and ominous
Reaching out to the skies.
My skin was on fire; my heart molten
I stood still.
Time stood still.
Within an hour or two
You were both gone.
My two twin brothers you.
Molten
steel, powdered concrete
Glass reduced to sand
All mixed – inextricably
With flesh, blood, nerves and bones
Of the six thousand or more -
Your dear friends
You have greeted all these twenty-eight years
From one hundred and ten to the basement.
In the spring mornings
On hot summer afternoons
On fine fall days when the trees were ablaze
In amber, red and yellow.
And all those wintry days
Damp and wet, laden with snow.
Your friends and you
Blithe spirits now
Nestling in the warm embrace of the One
Who knows it all.
Till
we meet again.
Miss you much.
Thaya
26 September 2001
