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| Monday, September 11, 2006 |
| Five Years |
 About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully
along
Five years on and I can't talk about it easily or well. If you lived or worked downtown you smelled it for weeks and you could see it for that long too; a dirty hellish smouldering glow down Broadway. The next day even midtown was like a ghost town, eerie and deserted in the middle of rush hour. Far uptown was like another world, people were still walking along and laughing and eating lunch. But when a helicopter flew overhead everyone fell silent, we looked up.
I needed to write something about it; I could not write well and still cannot.
Some months later someone said to me, I am so glad they found his body, wasn't that lucky, she has his wedding ring now. We knew what had happened but couldn't tell her---they never found all of him.
An ordinary man I knew but not well, father of three.
Who has left this hole in the ground?
My brain hurt like a warehouse, had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there |
posted by O @ 10:43   |
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I too remember. Ever detail. Thoughts to share- makes us stronger together.
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My heart is with you today, as every day... but today it breaks anew.
Thinking of you.
Minx
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![Your writing in the other hand [sic] is pure filth and disgusting.](http://www.gotbears.com/gund/sesamestreet/75985.jpg){kind=link}
I too remember. Ever detail. Thoughts to share- makes us stronger together.