Kathleen Griffin

Rookie (October 5,1948 / New York, New York)

Breathing The Ruins - 9/11/01 - Poem by Kathleen Griffin

They are all recovered, blowing across our lips,
finding the secret haven of lungs and veins.
Deep in our flesh are the steel, cement,
PCBs, vinyl films, plastic fibers,
women and men.

Splintered within us are slips of glass,
elevator cables and escalator treads,
doors and windows,
fragments of bone and ash,
photos and baby shoes.

In our dreams and our blood they rise out of the flames,
speak with our tongues, and reach out our arms.

We will carry them into our graves
and give them back to the grass and the rain.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006



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