|Fear and Loathing at Ground Zero|
Poem concerning the structures soon to replace the WTC (I cannot find the title for this, perhaps someone can clue me in)
Where is the twisted human torso?
Should we not, here and now, make known the
Placid well-lit puddles of piddling light
Experience. Serene Ground Zero.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Posted by Liminal at 18:53