Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Not Counted

I am not on the list of names
Mournfully read each September eleventh
Won’t someone weep for me?

Hunched in the alley between two towers, that was me
Sleeping off the Smirnoff vodka, forgetting my name
One of many, one of eleven

Into the tower’s north face, came crashing flight eleven
The omnipotence of America fell on me
But no one remembers my name

Me and eleven other cardboard box bums, along with our names, died, too.

3 comments:

Amy Graves said...

I love the line -
"The omnipotence of America fell on me", that's excellent.

Were you following a particular form with this one? I could see you extending it, but wasn't sure of you were adhering to a formula.

Wonderful poem.

Sheila Deeth said...

Wow. I know I'm late finding it, but this one's stunning Susan.

abitosunshine said...

Oh my, this one made my heart cry, Susan!