..this
was written by a firefighter from the Fire Department of New York
City.
It is my honor to present this to you, and it was my honor to meet
these men
earlier this year. They are artists, poets, musicians, fellows of
the heart, and
of
course, heroes. If you like it, let him know.
6.27.02
Writing.
It is time once again
To try and put it down.
I pick up the bottle and put down the words.
The process is inexplicable.
Trying to translate the horror
To a few scratches of ink on a paper.
It's like trying to put an ocean of blood
In an air valve cap.
The notion of Zen
Seems so far away now.
At times, in the past, the seemingly serene past
It seemed so close
Attainable.
Now I strive with all my might
Not to lose control.
And Myself.
The birds spoke today.
They spoke of our friend who was taken
I do believe they miss him too.
Or that's what I thought I heard.
It's hard to put it down
When you don't even know what it is. |
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