Darkest hour of the darkest day
The world stood and watched
First firefighters, next widows, then soldiers
Ordinary lives changed immeasurably
Eye of a gathering storm of war
Epicentre of a maelstrom of chaos
The towers cast a long cold shadow
Although they stand no more
The aftershocks reverberate
Fourteen full years on
One day that dictated who I became
Sent me far from home
If I could visit Ground Zero
A pilgrimage for peace
Stand and peer into the abyss
What reflection would I see?
Barry Alexander
Doha
December 2014
YOU ARE READING
Coalescence
PuisiI am attempting to branch out and free myself from the constraints imposed by the label 'war poet'. I once wrote a poem (sadly lost) which voiced my frustration at my apparent inability to write about anything other than combat and its aftermath. ...
