9/11. Anonymous Poem

World Trade Center

atta did not flounce or despair

his aplomb hung

like his neatly folded blazer

over his left arm

his back straight

and his cellphone

and his passionate intensity

are all buried in full

in steel and concrete

and who can guess where he ended

neatly cooked into the viscera

of his enemies


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