The towers fell 7 years ago, so long ago. And still, it is kind of like yesterday

I haven’t shared this poem I began composing that day before, but this will be the day to do it:

Murphy Horner

9/13/01

WTC

Where did this rubble come from?

The sky has fallen, every bit

Landing on our mothers and brothers and fiancées.

Pillars holding the heavens tipped;

Hell billows forth unbound.

Beat your breast! Our heads are

Anointed in ashes. Rend your clothes!

Fall on your knees and let the tears

Track paths across the face of destruction.

Weep! A new season of regret begins.