September 11, 2001
DreamBones #3
by Shelia Campbell
a voice comes tunneling
between the skyscrapers, and men
hunt down corners
to hide in, hoping the sound
is some new alert and not the last
prelude
children in the park drop
their toys and, looking up
listen
leaves uncurl their ears
in wonder, making cover
for the terror-stricken
no four horsemen of the apocalypse
no fire, no sword, no cracking
of the earth
just a voice tunneling between
the skyscrapers, a wind moan
amplified, asking
why
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