SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 VICTIMS This site is dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001 tragedy.

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By: Dean Christy

    This first one was written on the day of the tragedy when it seemed to me the media was more concerned with bricks and mortar

SEPT 11, 2001 NEW YORK

Tables left empty
lunch dates
cancelled, business
deals postponed, airlines
now running
late, from those which
came early
Busy streets silent
in the confusion
of mourning, who
would be coming home
over and over
we can't hide
like those who
will be late, those
who made them so
quiet
just stay quiet, watch
set the table, pray
wait.

LIKE BEES

Night falls outside my window
Turning bees into fireflies
Their labors no less
Their tasks undone
The glow from many moons
Scatter, shadows upon
The flowered yard of gray
Touching here, probing there
Letting columns of stars
Warm curtain that falls upon them
Nameless they search and serve
Petals buried, in this field, caring
Not for their moment, only wishing
To create more for those waiting
To be born back into a morn, different
Then any they knew before
Fireflies turn to bees
And the cycle continues, the same
Small lives, living on wings
Earned in their toil
Night falls to days each colder
Than before, funny,
They look like bees.
 

THE DAY AFTER

Amid the dust of a war to be declared
Bees swarm over the damaged hive
Busy, beyond their will
Still they return
Pouring over the
Remains, of their kin
Buried deeper in the combs
Since the first flight
Night followed morn
And night again
The workers buzz now
In silence, waiting for
A sign, a resurrection,
The faith of the phoenix one force
Of many, hovering in the glow
Flames dieing, waiting for dawn’s
Earliest light, bringing new
Growth to the colony, new
Life to the tree and
Restful sleep
To the bees
Rinsed of dust.

Dean Christy

Victoria, BC, Canada

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