A raw memorial poem I wrote in NYC in 2001 immediately after destruction of the World Trade Center & the slaughter of 4,000:
YOU DIED.
My heart is ripped open.
Gouged open.
I am in shock.
I am grief.
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My brain is pounding pounding
My pulse is crazed
Everything is askew
Empty
Whirling
Gasping breathless.
I’m spinning.
Who will catch me?
What can heal me?
What is real?
Where are you now?
* * * * * * * * * * *
No words to cry.
No one to hear me.
No way to cry.
My blood runs away.
Painfully sweet.
My pain flows like warm honey
Into your hive.
Into my full memories of you.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Incredible loss.
Horrific waste.
No comprehension.
I will never see you again?
Impossible.
My heart recoils at the thought
Like a gunshot aimed
In a terribly
Insanely
Wrong direction.
Look, I’ll prove it.
With my eyes closed tight right now,
I can still see you . . .
* * * * * * * * * * *
Life.
Slowly.
Flows.
Back.
Into my wretched heart.
Heals it like a
Long-vanished ocean tide
Returning to bathe crusted shores
To wash away my grief.
I am so grateful to you.
* * * * * * * * * * *
I can feel you grinning with relief.
At me.
You live in stunning new dimensions.
You see me finally
Waking up.
And.
Breathing.
Deeply.
On my side of the ripped veil.
We are both going to be
Okay.
In the morning, my tears taste
Good.
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Bloody History of this Raw Memorial Poem
These few words about slaughtered friends,
about unexpected sacrifices, losses, grief and redemption
at NYC’s World Trade Center and across America
were written one gray morning after September 11, 2001.
Pinned to the sagging wire fence at Union Square Park–
surrounded by heaps of sad flowers taped to hopeful notes
pleading for any word of the whereabouts of loved ones lost in the confusion–
lit by nearby pools of candles burning in memoriam over smiling family photos of the doomed–
abandoned to the elements just a stone’s throw from the Dalai Lama’s
scale model of the Twin Towers wreathed in carnations and tears–
half hidden next to park visitors’ unforgettable words and pictures of anguish,
anger, prayer and pleading scrawled on a giant public paper canvas taped around all the paths–
two weeks later to be rolled up & shipped to the Smithsonian for what?
for safekeeping?–
my simple words lost in the miserable maze heaped
below the 145 year old gray equestrian statue of Washington
inscribed in bold chalk letters with the message PEACE NOT WAR–
this little memorial poem somehow got scooped up & quoted
on sites dotting the countryside, such as Tulsa World.
Is it all just about luck?
About the Divine Hand?
About when it’s your time to go, you go?
By the grace of unseen guidance I and so many others survived.
Others did not.
We still remember them.
The blessings and lessons of our lives go on.
Scott Ufford
Spiritualist minister
Copyright 2001, 2011
A beautiful strong poem to remember. Many friends suffered in Japan at the tsunami. End nuclear power please!
Your poem brings back intense memories from Septemer 11 WTC disaster. I’m so glad we got over invading Middle East counrties as payback. Timet o fix our country instead of bombing others!
Thank you, I have been seeking understanding about the subject of death for ages. Sometimes we are very afraid of what I guess is natural tho scary. The World Trade Center plane crashes were pure evil. What did God mean by this? Yours is the best poem I have located so far.
Thank you Pramod,
Sometimes the right words come from the pain we feel in our hearts in silence.
Many of my co-workers lost loved ones & friends in the WTC attacks.
The pain was indescribable for so many! I tried to also express a sense of reconciliation with death.
After 9/11, many tens of thousands more in USA and across the globe were slaughtered and maimed by our govt’s stupid, even insane, military response.
The dying dreams of an empire that believed its own propaganda.? USA does not need to save the world! The world cannot save USA from itself! The only thing that can save the world is maturity: clear-eyed understanding that the ends DONT justify the means!
Peace & Happiness to you,
Scott
your words take one very close to the cosmic truth. good wishes.-pramod
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