Sunday 11 September 2011

101

He sits in the cafe drinking
A can of Coca-Cola and he
Watches a television that is
Mounted on the wall over
The counter. It plays and it
Replays the same images for
Minutes at a time, and over
The images voices tune in and
Fade, urgent, unsure, pressing.
He watches and drinks the Coke,
Thinking should I go to work
Or stay here. Through the
Glass the street looks empty.
The owner went upstairs half
An hour ago to watch it on a
Tiny TV set with his sons. He
Is alone in the place with it;
Reiterated impact, the collosal
Structure falling, columns of
Rended steel and smoke, then
The plane again, then the tower,
Figures running, smoke, smoke.

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