The carving

The silhouettes  that filled Septembers sky,  
in innocence they stood.    
Twins, stood never far apart    
America in brotherhood    
the trade they had would soon be robbed    
carved with hatred    
carved from a clear blue sky    
carved with the fanatic's death wish cry    
     
We stand for just a minute now,    
silence gathered, heads bowed down,    
and try to resurrect. from the shattered and the torn.    
9/11 the innocence of dawn.    
A fading photo clasped, the knuckles white,    
with sorrow and our teeth clenched tight.    
The corpses that still walk and talk,    
still living in the chaos,    
choking in the smoke and dust.    
Sirens wail, to accompany our grief    
and only GOD to hold the handkerchief.
That loss is etched on hearts and minds  
chiseled with a living cross.   
carved on the city's, sidewalks, roads and streets.