Forever marked, a nation a world.
A darkened sky brought death and destabilised
convention bringing death to innocence.
We remember them onwards-
the sadness and the tragic working out of the news.
They are not forgotten. What we do to each other,
hatred and anger spinning into innocence
that dominated news, world and hearts.
A poem is an inadequate thing to use
there are no words but silence
and yet as human beings we speak
knowing that all was changed utterly.
Something unleashed and evoked in our hearts
a great sadness
but we still remember such beauty and
such innocence. New York, marked, a world shaken,
our hearts broken.
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