In a crisis, poets lose words
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Wisewomansaid: crisis = danger + opportunity
Wisewomansays: Como el fénix, alzemonós de entre las cenizas
un pueblo unido
Dress in purple grief
And do Nothing — listen to Silence
Do Anything — get between our lobes & valves again

Topfloor. Hold eyes. Hold hands. Take wing.
Better to fly than do nothing.
Out the window, PS 234, "teacher, the birds are on fire."
Fire turns into sky,
Soaring eagles spy glowing ember —
The Phoenix and the Turtle burn wholly
Wailing whispers. Lost angels
Wrapped in dust drift down,
An avalanche of ash disappears the world
With every breath, a shower of shoes
The day's sandwich is uneaten
My peace lies beside your peace.

Gone Calder, gone Nevelson, gone Lichtenstein, gone Miro

Follow us as we run up streets
How fast can you run, tough rubber boots?
The fireman's feet blister,
Dogs listen, breathing pain

Who should I hate for this?

You called me? Hello?
Can we answer?
Your cell phone call
Our last connection voice stream
That spinning jig dirge called life
That nothing sound — I want to get it tattooed on my chest
shhhhhh you can hear the twisted bedrock groaning
I nominate the silence.
Then finding the lost words of poets
I tremble as I write

"drop a sandwich, drop a bomb."

My peace lies beside your peace.
Let's dream our flying dreams again,
Let's collect the scattered polka dots
And put them into coffee cups to circumnavigate utopia. Loose words —
the antidote emerges,
Unfurling through the eyes of my 12-year old daughter.
Dig for strength. Do not presume to know.
Arms circle children, comfort the distant
We pay in children.
To silence fear, anchor life.
Maybe we should tell them our names.
Maybe we can learn their names.
Call me. Call me you.
Someone tries to light a candle but tears keep putting it out
What's the worst thing? My son asks, "Is God is still alive?"
What does it matter? Oculus blinded.
We're bleeding, we're alive
Tie a string on my finger
To remember to be kind.

Maybe if I fill up the hole in my stomach I can fill up the hole in
the building and plug up the emptiness fill up the hole plug up my
heart in my stomach the building fix and patch and fill in the emptiness fix
the world my head my heart the building and stuff in and fill and patch my
heart and fix the world and and and stuff and patch and fix and fill and fix

Then on the screen, a sports star tv high to the religion-bound
Dust like snow clouds, smoke like dry ice
Radio muttering war cries
Moviemakers rushing to the scene
Where the Twin Towers turn into the Coliseum
Extras fall screaming murder murder murder
Who died, who lived - thousands of lifelines
Desperate for a piece of silence, the silence of peace

Now a microcosmic militia invades
Our homes, lives, and bodies
With killing snow
And bleeding intentions.
Mankind bitten by a recluse
Poison injected from a web secluded

There was a Turkish girl who'd been sick at school.
Anthrax! said the doctor and the papers. Terror! Here!

Gonna wage holy war against you baby!
The trap of vengeance closes on the hand that sets it.
This crisis ends begins a new crisis
Wicks of two candles forever burning out
The dead race for the sky

Give me a history more ancient than calendars to resurrect skylines
Give me crisis hope
Osama bin Laden I am haunted by your morning
Red sun rises on broken sky line
The day hangs heavy on the sidewalks
We are the endangered species.
From far away we feel so close
We all live in Ground Zero.

Cava mi cuerpo noche vacia. I'll grow in flowers to witness
Now from window, wind
Now from sires, sighs
"There once was..." as all stoires begin. But not here. Never again.
"There will become..." — that's it, the Freedom to be...
Rosebud on a flagpole. Ivy twines the cannon.
This place cannot hold the memories—they come alive
To lead to a future, all and each, a dance that erupts.

This poem is in Shock

It’s sense of security jumped out the window
Through golden grates and iron barricades
Sing! don’t argue
Chanting throats boil rage

Mah ra kah sah sah Mah ra kah sah sah
with the taste of burning metal.

Slalom Aleichem Bismilliah, Alhamdulillah

but that always toxic taste
La illaha illa lah Kyrie Eleison
Like moths slapped silly by the bulb

tips my tongue that is loose
with words
words that cannot stop