Fifteen Years

Was it fifteen years ago
We watched
Beheld
The angry storms of dust,
The violence of bodies falling,
Holding our mouths,
Our eyes and hearts
Wide and afraid?

What fell that day,
In the charred ashes of
Some eternal beast?
Was it true that we were dreaming
In concert,
Or
Did the flimsiness of human weight
Really descend
Into a petrified future?

Are we dreaming still?
Did we ever blink?

Are they still falling?

© K Paige Medina 9/11/2016

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