Even as you read this, I’m sure
the images of the tragedy in New York
must be flitting across your TV screen.

For me, the images are enshrined in my heart
both as a monument to the depths of human depravity,
and as a symbol of the resilience of humanity.
I just wrote a poem about the destruction of the twin towers
a kinda spontaneous outpouring as it were
with no poetic meter, structure or rhyme.
P’haps this is the best way for me
to represent a world, whose structure has bin dismantled.
And I have chosen not to change, fine tune
or make any improvements to the poem
for that would defeat the purpose
for which this was written
and would dilute the intensity of my feeling.

Two arms of the earth
reaching for the stars
imploring the heavens
for a celestial date.

Unwelcome visitors
on wings of fire
lay waste the hands
that hold in their palms
the lives of innocent mortals
and the immortal pulse
of humankind.

The blood gushes torrential
from dismembered fingers
the arteries of life
lie severed
in the mangled cartilage
of human endeavour.

The twins have been drawn back
to the womb of their mother
but shall yet be reborn
in the indomitable hearts of a world
which may have lost its arms, but
whose shoulders never shall sag.

That’s that for now
please join me in praying for all those
who lost their lives.