All my nimble fingers bleed and tremble
as they frantically try to assemble
braided twists of memory's needled crown:
rosemary, pine, willow and statice studded
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The Crown (Requiem For 9/11)
All my nimble fingers bleed and tremble
as they frantically try to assemble
braided twists of memory's needled crown:
rosemary, pine, willow and statice studded
adorned with crimson rose, newly budded
spired with bits of steel in rust and brown
place this wreath of remembrance on your head
for the lasting legacy of the dead
and the day the great towers came crashing down