If I were a rock dove,
I could fly from site to site to site
carry a message of love and humanity
in my talons, perch in the debris
supervise the rescue and salvage
gaze deeply into the heart of darkness
that spawns this open-air morgue
the dust, fire and fumes,
then fly away, horizon-bound
where sunbeams might dance
On my vanishing feathers.
Instead, I can only pray,
give blood,
hug my wife and kids,
and weep.
…………….CJLanger……9/15/01…