Sunday, September 11, 2011


a poemmentary     

People say it was "the day we'll never forget."
Others say it was "the day America changed forever."
Many remember their family members and friends
(sometimes in the dozens)
who were killed in the falling towers.
Or just seeing it firsthand on those New York streets.
Or the heroes who saved lives,
or went selflessly in only to die,
who did not know the towers would fall.
Those memories must be burned-in to them all.

But for the rest of us:
there is the memory of the first post-9/11 decade,
with wartime-Bush 2001 (and all that entailed thereafter)
and of a later president who managed to head off
a complete financial collapse
but did not bring the shrink-wrapped change from heaven
people wanted, or were not sure they wanted,
and that many became worse off
(though the rich have lower taxes)
and that we are now poised to enter the second decade,
with a Congress more conservative even
than then,
and are even contemplating a next president
who would be more like business-Bush 2000.

With all those memories:
what is it we are really supposed to remember again?
While change in some overseas lands may have come to pass,
I don't think America has changed all that much
(are we about to repeat in 2012 what we did in 2000?)
even though everyone today on TV says it has.

placed in dVerse ~ Poets Pub: Poetics — In Memoriam
and in Poets United Poetry Pantry #66
and in the imaginary garden with real toads