the rain falls upon disaster unknowingly.
the dead within shift silently in the streams.
public servants get even more chills
as the squirrels outside my window help one another up a telephone pole.
they don't know anything of manhattan,
the traumatic crumbling of america's sense of security.
they smell a tension in the air,
new compassion in the eyes watching them,
eyes wishing themselves a squirrel's simplicity.
when the thunder ceases,
already changing leaves twitch,
dripping in the storm's aftermath.
dirty puddles form in my yard;
i never expected this kind of filth to gather on my window.
the city is more barren and peaceful than ever before.
the more than occasional american flag irritates my eye;
this sudden national pride has nothing to do with "america" and all to do with humanity in a society that can afford it.
i leave the retaliation to others,
perhaps those comprehending the least out of everyone
under such enormously unexpected new stress.
relief is valiantly attempted but impossible.
every second of the news shatters my shock
with the quiet screams and cries of every sort of victim.
they are not to be drowned out with alcohol, cigarettes, drugs.
the pain of others far surpasses any i've experienced:
all of it easily dousable ridiculousness.
even with no personal loss, i am still stagnant.
moving is an effort, sleep barely comforting.
everyone on earth faces a long journey back to an impossible normalcy.
evil slithers through our society and overseas,
sneaky and invincible,
searching for more innocence to strangle.
i struggle painfully to think...
and still the squirrels chatter and tease.
they are my new source of inspiration,
living happily in ignorance
despite the rain.
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"curiouser and curiouser..." -alice
the dead within shift silently in the streams.
public servants get even more chills
as the squirrels outside my window help one another up a telephone pole.
they don't know anything of manhattan,
the traumatic crumbling of america's sense of security.
they smell a tension in the air,
new compassion in the eyes watching them,
eyes wishing themselves a squirrel's simplicity.
when the thunder ceases,
already changing leaves twitch,
dripping in the storm's aftermath.
dirty puddles form in my yard;
i never expected this kind of filth to gather on my window.
the city is more barren and peaceful than ever before.
the more than occasional american flag irritates my eye;
this sudden national pride has nothing to do with "america" and all to do with humanity in a society that can afford it.
i leave the retaliation to others,
perhaps those comprehending the least out of everyone
under such enormously unexpected new stress.
relief is valiantly attempted but impossible.
every second of the news shatters my shock
with the quiet screams and cries of every sort of victim.
they are not to be drowned out with alcohol, cigarettes, drugs.
the pain of others far surpasses any i've experienced:
all of it easily dousable ridiculousness.
even with no personal loss, i am still stagnant.
moving is an effort, sleep barely comforting.
everyone on earth faces a long journey back to an impossible normalcy.
evil slithers through our society and overseas,
sneaky and invincible,
searching for more innocence to strangle.
i struggle painfully to think...
and still the squirrels chatter and tease.
they are my new source of inspiration,
living happily in ignorance
despite the rain.
------------------
"curiouser and curiouser..." -alice
