Eagles weep the dust of fury
Glory hangs in a breeze filled sky
Trumpets howl forth silence
Empty eyes gaze on debris and cry
Paradox rains upon sweltering souls
Discordant melodies find no harmonic tone
Sleeping giants fail to wake
Dreams of horror in daylight come
Restrained talons seek to rip
Flesh and bone. Retribution wails
Bridled shouts from viper lips
Broken tongues speechless, still
Such foreign chaos, grief born questions
Here rests doubt, fear rooting
Anger to pain beget rage
Tearing fabric, destroying the shoot
A blast through heart’s cage
Cries, screams and eternal rage
Why! Demands our soul
Why? Defiant voices entreat
Into this realm of despair
Touching sinew of exposed hope
Lifting corpse-like remains
Our Hope stands, lifted hands
In a speechless voice the whisper comes
Gentle words rock our perilous stance
Words carefully spoken, deeply heard
Faith, Hope, Love the memory calls
Again, glorious birds will find their songs
Heavy banners will lift in a gentle breeze
Clarion call of brass sounds, proclaims
Life has come and still remains
-Kim E Williams
September 12, 2001