“In Remembrance of Nine Eleven”
The face denies emotion with a smile;
the years of suffered loss bring less relief.
Today reminds of gas mask worn awhile
by firemen-stunned below the Tower’s grief.
Our smile defies that memory recalled:
that day we ran, white-faced, the panic stings
our skin and hair turned ashen, ag`ed all;
that day we flew, white-haired, our feet had wings.