Nancy L. Meek
IN THE SHADE
Awarded: December 1, 2006 in conjunction with “Rise Up From the Ashes” ©Copyright September 8, 2006 by Nancy L. MeekI’ve wandered in this empty hole
for forty days approaching years,
fresh, smoldering, shattered bones
evoking more hot unbidden tears.
Each time I gaze into the pit
where once our towers stood,
shading folk who strolled below,
I may linger longer than I should.
Growing angry, my fingers splayed,
I reach for throats I cannot squeeze,
search still for answers in the dust,
face upturned to catch the breeze.
Looking… listening… for some sign,
I’d spy a leg, a hand, dry blood, a head
as skies above, no longer silent, roared,
as soaring Air Force One drowned out the dead.
Their collective graves, I fear, will bear no stone
to recall where they are scattered now…
in the cool shade of a big steel cross
soothing to these ashes on my brow.
©Copyright September 30, 2006 by Nancy L. Meek
Revised November 29, 2006