|The Statue of Liberty Weeps - Sept 12, 2001|
Mike Lukovich, Atlanta Journal Constitution
Tongues swelling, clothes melting
eyes burning that never cry.
The fire rages, first degree
second, third. Oxygen in lungs glows.
Blood begins to warm while Mothers
in Arizona water their potted marigolds.
Slow by incineration or direct by flight,
that Tuesday, no magic carpets rides
A catered breakfast on its way
South Tower, 100th floor.
Omelets, bagels and assorted cheese
keep company with a medley of fruits.
A sea, a sidewalk, it's all the same
immediate, the last ballet.
For Icarus how long before the fall?
At least he got to fly.
by Elena Arosemena -