The Day The Music Died

on september 11, 2001 fucking crazies attacked the town i was born in

and they killed everyone

and we all cried

and we all changed

i watched as the towers fell, crumbling like fiery cidadels in hell

and soot-covered businessmen wandered aimlessly home

i watched fireman run up the molten stairs of death

and cnn's elizabeth cohen cried as she interviewed 100's of fragile, confused souls

whose lost family members would never return

and live fathers mothers sons and daughters jumped from skyscraper buildings and became insignificant ingredients in a hideous rubble-stew

i watched that on tv

like the nameless, faceless fireman who ran up to death's door

nameless faceless airline passengers did the same in the skies above pennsylvania

we couldn't see that on tv

but we all cried

and today september 12 2010 this scene will play out again

not in new york city or

washington dc or in pennsylvania america

but maybe in mogadishu

or bagdad

or london

or off the gulf coast of louisiana

it will happen again

it always does

and nameless faceless people will die

and fragile/confused souls will wonder when their loved ones will come home

and they won't

and they will cry

and change

these times.. it won't be as personal to you

to us

but it will be to them