Remember
The shadow of the towers
Still casts itself
Down the streets
It is a revenant
That walks in dreams
It is dust
In the eyes
It is dust
In the nose
It is dust
In the mouth
It is choking ash
It is bits of bone
Wrapped in thousands
Of tiny boxes
Ferried
Over the river
To the homes
Of the living.
It is something
To be remembered
And not forgotten.
From, “Compass, New and Selected Poems”
Copyrite 2012 Erik Hansen
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