Footprints in the Dust
2/20/06

 

What say we now,
As shadows stretch across the emptiness,
To the chosen one
That which will be built
Upon this pit of sorrow?

 

What is to become
Of five thousand creative renderings
Sprung from hearts
Crying souls
Over all that was lost?

 

Where are the shards,
Those standing piles of twisted steel,
That pierced our souls
Emblems of pain
Captured in time?

 

What message says it,
This bland, generic, noncommittal monument
To stand on sacred ground
Covering footprints
Of towers long gone?

 

Whose DNA revealed
In the swirling, whirling, shifting dust
Inhaled by thousands
From the thousands lost;
Remembrance to be buried?

 

See we no relic
To stand in this pit of sorrows and death
That empty now
Will soon be filled
No more footprints in the dust.

                                      (c) 2006 Leona M Seufert