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

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SPIRITS, FURIOUS

I'm a World Trade Center survivor (56th Floor, North Tower).  I've attached a poem written about the event which you may want to consider for your site.  "Spirits, Furious" won The Donald G. Whiteside Poetry Award, May 2002, and was selected by a jury for exhibition this month by The Perkins Center for the Arts in New Jersey

Rogue angels chiffon my nights, twelve arms flailing,

Those long whispers of limbs that curl a pale blood around my throat.

They are maddened by my breath, as constant as God’s bare foot.

I saw their burning flesh drop and felt the slow vibration of death, 

A hum-drone known to the ages.

Jet fuel streamed under the lime-stripe of a firecoat, poof!

Then I ate them, I swallowed their stardust exploding on glass, 

One hundred freight trains crashing.

Come tonight, I’ll cream your skin and feed you cowfoot and beans. 

There will be a love song, then you could find my keys and my checkbook and maybe

In my room everything would feel new, like a red birth or a 

Muscled and panting fish gill, or just green grass that serves as a bed

For dragonflies.

If not, we'll talk about it when I get there.