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COMING OF AGE
(a sonnet)
As time that knows no rest from day to day
For thousands have we shed in loss and gain
Come men from boys when parts are cut away
As women born from girls in blood and pain
In beacons of the land, in city spires
We played as children play then come of age
Four birds our passage mark in temples’ pyres
Cast souls to fury winds in hate’s enrage
Five thousand days have blown unsettled gale
Rained hell fire from the skies, like vengeful hosts
Five thousand days these innocents assail
From shining war, we breathe the dust of ghosts
This rooftop boyish man remains, compelled
Who wept and lowered flags as towers fell
Author's Note: an entry in Jade-Pandora's "=15=" competition in remembrance of the fifteenth anniversary of the attacks of September 11, 2001
As time that knows no rest from day to day
For thousands have we shed in loss and gain
Come men from boys when parts are cut away
As women born from girls in blood and pain
In beacons of the land, in city spires
We played as children play then come of age
Four birds our passage mark in temples’ pyres
Cast souls to fury winds in hate’s enrage
Five thousand days have blown unsettled gale
Rained hell fire from the skies, like vengeful hosts
Five thousand days these innocents assail
From shining war, we breathe the dust of ghosts
This rooftop boyish man remains, compelled
Who wept and lowered flags as towers fell
Author's Note: an entry in Jade-Pandora's "=15=" competition in remembrance of the fifteenth anniversary of the attacks of September 11, 2001
Published 17th Sep 2016
| Edited 21st Sep 2016
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