Mourning Debris

A poem, inspired by Homeland's finale, about 9/11 and attempts to loved ones to contact those on the fateful flights.

Scorching eagles soar in the air

Invisible target signs on the ground

Living bullets.

 

A world motionless

Minds frantic

Fingers and phones frantic

A waving flag, its heart ripped out,

Scattered like ashes.

 

Desperate angels trying to fly,

Their wings clipped by dreadful realisation.

Wives, daughters, sisters and mothers,

Husbands, sons, brothers and fathers.

 

(Murder, vengeance and retribution?

Love and loss?)

‘Grief is the price we pay for love’.

 

Empty voicemail messages never to be heard,

Outpourings of heart lost amongst the mourning debris.

 

 

The End

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