September 11, 2001
Robert Spencer Knotts
They shattered our glass sky,
and three thousand human shards
tumbled through holes made in
Did you see them disappear?
Did you ask the question?
Not for Jesus or Abraham this time.
Not for the swastika, the rising sun
or even the crescent moon.
You may not like the answer.
But if you would look,
Find the hovel where all
your secret rage demands explanations.
Find the streetcorner where all
your hidden self-contempt begs for revenge.
Find the cave where all
your private fears grovel for redemption.
Try then, if you can, to imagine
this cacophony of desperation
without respite or reprieve,
listening always to those morning prayers
and evening exhortations,
a permanent dissonance
with all silence, all peace denied,
too long denied.
(Copyright (c) 2002, Robert Spencer Knotts. All rights reserved)