The First Tower

Ruins, in mid air –
Later cleared away ~ all pieces –
Timeless imagery.

Big things are pulled down –
Evil men act, in strange thoughts –
The Good will rebuild.

Debris, falling slow –
We don’t want it to happen –
but it’s live, it’s news.

Transience ~ who knows?
When he leaves in the morning –
Kiss him, kiss goodbye.

Long lines donating –
Unheard of blood-groups emerge –
We are together.