i dont know them
we share nothing in common
you live here...
so do seven other million
yet every man
and woman
are all now
brothers
and sisters
to me
i remember it clearly
sitting in class
it had not been an hour since
my boot
had been planted
on the platform
at Kings Cross station
when it came
(the news)
with all the damned media
competing over who has the rights
to tell this horrid tale
like an emerging phantom
"'ay! turn it up"
bleeding victims stand in trance
streets filled with
people lending hands
chaos
once an underground sublime
turned quickly to high hell
smoke rising from its depths
checker-suited heroes rush
thru the gates
into the caverns
barricaded spectators
watch in shock
emerging from the bustle
a bodybag
a woman screams in terror
her soot covered face
traced in blood
smeared by her streaming tears
it turns from pale to red
the center of humanity
ripped straight away from this place
a man stands in disbelief
his head bandaged
for he too is a victim
expressionless and heartless
a mindset caused only by the
lack of anything
everythings adrift from this place
from the hallowed inferno
another bodybag
this ones still alive
medics rush to the survivor
desperately pulling on their masks
as to dissasociate themselves from this place
screaming and kicking indecipherably
they try to tranquilize the patient
whose skull has caved in
with a mass of tissue
hanging from the
apex of the
arterial--
--gone.
this place.
this bloody place.
now
alas! I, the walking ghost
pay homage to this hallowed ground
with boquets of flowers lining
tearful relatives weeping
myself....
crying.
crying my soul out of my eyes
of all places on this forsaken Earth
why God, here?
...my hands fall
there is nothing left
as everyday life goes on
all around
and as i prepare to step back in
i leave something here
i will never forget.
Author notes
This is my last work for awhile. I've decided to take a leave from AP after the attacks which came so close to all of us...
I can only hope that this does justice to the many innocent souls; all lost in an instant.
Written July 10th, 2005
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Havent spoken to you in a while yet always remember how powerful you are with your words young man, and I was not disappointed. Read this one with a cup of coffee over and over and everytime something new! simply outstanding and the discription is just numbing...
a woman screams in terror
her soot covered face
traced in blood
smeared by her streaming tears...
fantastic!
anyway love to hear how you are my love so let me know and again well done.
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Very chilling descriptions here Sol! Your last write on here for a while? We'll all have to miss out on your briliance! Hope no one close to you was directly affected by the bombings! My condolences to you and everyone around you! I love the undergrounds, Newyork, London,and there are plenty of others, I have always been fascinated by them, and I admire the resilience that Londoners have showed. Anyway the write, I like how you just broke it up occasionally, It brings a different kind of flow, one that nearly perfectly follows the rise and fall of emotions, grief and whatnot standing in the aftermath. This write does a very nice job of actually carrying the reader away to Kings Cross Station. "Gone,this place, this bloody place" for some reason I like those couple of broken up lines there, cant exactly put a finger on why, but I find them particularly evoking. Nice work! Hope to read more!
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Touching
This poem is incredible, I'm stunned. I can't believe you were actually at Kings Cross station the day of the attacks! I loved the stanza "a man" and then "a woman" they were so horrid in the description. My condolences to you and your family, London is one of my favorite cities in the whole world and I fell in love with the underground my first visit, its horrible that this had to happen.. but you really did write an incredible poem I look forward to reading more of your work.
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whoa. wow.
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