We Are Calling It Down (Dream Poem After September 11, 2001)
by Lea Grundy

After the bomb,
Dust falls all over,
Like the dust in Pompeii.

We tape up the windows.
Where are our children?
We hide inside,
Waiting.

At last we are starving and
I go out digging:
In the yard, from the ashes,
The remains of our party,
The cake and
The chicken.
We eat food that is poisoned.
Our bodies are barren.
Our children are missing.
We eat food to keep living.
We must live without children,
And eating
We die.


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Copyright © 2006 - Lea Grundy
Published: 12/14/06   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem