post mortem

id like to see you rise
one more time
id like to see you rise
and touch the sky
with your hands

id like to see you
one more time
above the city
above the sun rise

id like to take it all away
everythng that took
our freedom away
and left
us running blind
us running scared

id like
one more time
id like one more time
to brush up against you
and look up at you

and know
its all alright
its not the dark of night
and we would be together
and not a memory
or a bitter pill
that we swallow every year
a tolling bell
its a tolling bell
that we long to hear
calling you home
one more time
if only to ease our pain
a soft refrain
people with ipods shuffle by
and the street longs to cry
but now its a vanished ghost

id like to see you rise
one more time
id like to see you rise
and touch the sky
with your hands

in memory of the towers.

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7 thoughts on “post mortem”

  1. and not a memory
    or a bitter pill
    that we swallow every year

    felt verse man…and the repeat of tolling bell has a great affect as well…feel the longing of just one more time…

  2. This touches me. To rise and touch the sky – I believe there is one that is doing so in memory of, in honor to, but it will never be the same – because so many are lost – and their gifts are gone. Strong poem, made more so by the alliteration and repetition.

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