Haiku (haiku)
to write haiku is
to distill to perfection
with only three lines
after life (haiku)
believe in after
if there is none beyond this
does not signify
T
he School (Renku)
halls run with blood, red
brains and flesh smear locker doors
hearts beat the last drop
children creep and hide
a dark shadow haunts the school
bursts of bullets kill
soft crying stifled
will the nightmare never end? no, play dead,
be still
finally, silence
except the whispered pleas heard
to god, to anyone, please please
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ntry was invaded for the first time in our history, (if you don’t count the Brits). Over the years I have written some poetry of my reflections, my heartbreak as I visited ground zero and the firehouses [back in the early days], then observed the almost finished repair a few years back. It’s pretty for a cemetery. The building I’m not so fond of the architecture; for me, it resembles a middle finger thrusting into the same blue sky, daring them to try it again? I don’t know…………so here is my latest offering and a couple from other years on this anniversary of our souls weeping, forever changed.