The world echoed horror today

Two towers crashed, and then lightning came.

I can only imagine the instant it took for two lovers
to kiss their fears away

Step afoot

dive in grace away from an utter fate.

Today there is a celebration of death

We have seen the course,

We know it’s sudden remorse

Standing tall in such a flame, I guess,
I could only do the same

and shout to my beloved friends in some morbid refrain:

The sky turned red that day.

The blasts like the cry of the avenging angel,
throwing his first chalice into the acid sea

The papers of today’s greatest headlines rampant in the streets

The foot-soldiers of liberty running against
the angry tide of defeat.

Destruction playing a solid beat.

The death of the real can only be seen on CNN.

Yet again,

real or not and just for us mortal men.

Play it again, Sam.

My old noble bartender friend.