Ground Zero

Darkest hour of the darkest day

The world stood and watched

First firefighters, next widows, then soldiers

Ordinary lives changed immeasurably

 

Eye of a gathering storm of war

Epicentre of a maelstrom of chaos

The towers cast a long cold shadow

Although they stand no more

 

The aftershocks reverberate

Fifteen full years on

One day that dictated who I became

Sent me far from home

 

If I could visit Ground Zero

A pilgrimage for peace

Stand and peer into the abyss

What reflection would I see?

 

© Barry Alexander 2016

 

 

 

 

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