Ray Finch, age 50, Lawrence
Nine minus 11 is negative two
Now, you probably thought
I was going to write about
The loss of the twin towers
And how the emptiness of the terror
Remains etched in our hearts;
But I’m not. Because the hole has since
Been filled with hate and fear and other stuff.
Negative two is like hatred squared
Where true believers wield swords,
Box cutters or bunker-busters;
To convince those who distrust the dreams
Of pax-Americana or promised paradise,
When neither peace nor virgins can be found.
Fear comes sold in colored bottles
(Red for chatter, green for satan)
By slick politicos and bearded terrorists
Who sprinkle it for selfish ends,
Whenever doubts begin to question
The wisdom of their global plans.
But let’s be honest.
The terror that occurred five years ago,
Our fascination with abomination,
Has mostly served as mental
And emotional fodder;
Something to fill the airwaves.
We feign indignation
Talk about determination
But never lift a finger except to
Write angry letters and poorly worded poems.