Nine Eleven

 
Requiem Eternam was heavy in the air  
birds subdued, listen to the choirs  
while I mourne the passing of the pines  
For what do you birds regret, a loss of home ?  
that I understand but time will heal  
and flowers cast again their seeds  
insects for your breakfast.  
 
But today . . . . . have you heard ?  
ten years it is, I recall my unbelief  
had I known more was to come!  
My castle fell as castles fall,  
yet I have built another . . . .  
not as large, modest, discrete, to last me  
all my days to come, not built in stone, as once,  
wood, as of our wood, organic, transient,  
foot prints confirmed by industrious rooks  
who each year ignore storms and pestilence.  
I grieve for pines and tottering towers,  
intone Requiem,soon shall sing Magnificat  
and Simeon's Song of Praise.

At the time I wrote this over half the trees in my wood had been felled without warning. It was natural to me to relate this to Nine Eleven