9/11: A Grief So Large I Cannot Speak It


9/11: The Sound Of Wings On Metal

There it is again, the sound of wings on metal,
small beings in trapped spaces.
I listen as they fall, two stories into the stove.
I listen as they fall.

One day 5 birds fell down the stovepipe.
It was September 11, 2001
and we cried together.

After the 2nd, I opened the stove and the back door.
There would be that sound,
as wings clean years of soot.
Then the bird stands at the door
before it flies to freedom.

It has never happened before or since.
I feel like America fell down the stovepipe that day,
or maybe it was long ago.
I wish someone would open the door.

Sometimes, I find a dead bird
perched close to the vent,
dried and desiccated.

I think about falling into a darkness
that has no opening,
waiting for something to come,
to be saved.

But sometimes it is too late.
All that greets me is death,
and a grief so large
I cannot speak it.


Lisa’s Heart Howl:

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