Poetry: In Memoriam
Deaths and lives
Under the rubbles
Busy city now haunted
HOrrified, hurt, scared.
I WOULD'VE BEEN THERE.
Shout no more
Pain subsides
Where planes collide.
Red, blue and black
Mostly gray, everywhere.
Wind blows dead ashes
Of what once was flesh...
Of someone talking,
smiling,
walking,
crying burning,
dying shouting.
May they sleep forever in silence
And in peace
With death's tragic kiss.
MELODY DEL MUNDO
SEPT. 17, 2001
