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Those warmer, quiet
days we spent on windswept
knolls
by sea tides are spent.
I still remember
you reclining on this beach
where fog
rolls in banks.
Pellucid, what a
sun had loomed so soon to be
but
ghost in fire's dust!
Manhattan's skyline
seared by fire we watch cave in
on
strangers, friends and...
Weep weep at coffins
rolling draped by greenleaf
oaks
raining on mourners.
"Declare War!' Avenge
your Freedoms, Citizens,
kill
all them terrorists."
Afghanistan, sick
to death, stands by sickle
scythed
refugees starved lives.
