Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Oh, it's nine eleven?

Can you believe it's been 2,191 Earth rotations since 9/11?

I'd like to allow Leelee Sobieski to read her poem on the subject:

This Day And All The Rest


One day.
One.
More than another.
The other,
that day,
those people,
too many,
too personal,
but not.
People you know know,
but you yourself know not.
Crashing down,
all frown,
hurting,
walking,
silently screaming,
slowly running,
often feeling nothing.
Seeing the lucky ones fleeing,
seeing those trapped inside.
Cry.
Cry.
It's OK.
It's not OK.
Smile if it's natural
Feel alive.
The president speaks,
The situation reeks an act of war.
I enter my room, close the door
Sit here.
Here where buildings do not fall to the floor.
we young will experience much more
future, liberty, the freedom to mope about in poetry.
My brother I love you.
Old friends and family too.
Safe for now glad to know I'm alive with all of you.
Feel what is real feel later heal.
One.
One person feeling the same as all the rest.
Please let us act and do what is best.

2 comments:

Julian's blog said...

Dear Serious Lunch:

I've been surfing through the blog pages - many have touching memorials, such as your own...
Peace.
Julian
www.ijulian.blogspot.com

Billy said...

Hahaha What the fuck? Julian often surfs through the blog pages, just for shits.