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An Old World’s Captured Image (poem 20)

(A poem I wrote for the tenth anniversary of 9/11)


Thy old world’s beauty gone forever.
Captured at a moments notice by faceless bystanders.
A bygone world captured by a small shift of a hand and a click of a finger.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the loss of innocence.
All captured the horrors of the loss of an old world.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the start of an endless war.
All captured the horrors of the start of the fight for freedoms.

Glass, Steel and Flesh burnt.
Four giant birds of prey fall from the sky.

Within a few short hours thy sacred old world is lost.
Within a few short hours thy old world is turned to one of terror and dictation.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured within a few hours the death of a civilised civilisation.



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