Nancy L. Meek


Where was I, you ask…
the morning the world cried?

Well, I was just living my dream
scanning charges for narcotics
dispensed to our patients
just wishing my day was over

that is,
until I heard the newsflash
blaring from a patient’s room
as nurses, hands-over-mouths,
gasped at our towers falling

my mind flew
to the infirmed soul on the bed
humming some childhood tune
an opiatic stupor saving him
from knowing a nation’s pain

somber and sober
what ignorant bliss, I mused
as I reached the final page
praying God would have mercy
on those burning souls falling…

wishing their day wasn’t over