THE
ENDLESS CIRCLE
GROUND ZER0
FIRE, BRIMSTONE AND ASH
FALL FROM THE SKIES.
AND WITH IT
PIECES OF OUR HEARTS.
TEARS CRIED
FOR EVERY LIFE LOST
FELL FROM OUR EYES
AS TEARS FROM HEAVEN
RAINED DOWN FROM
THE SKIES.
YET
IN IT'S MIDST
THE SHADOW OF HOPE
GLEAMS IN THE DISTANCE.
A CHURCH
A BEACON OF FAITH
A REFUGE FROM PAIN
STILL STANDING
UNTOUCHED BY EVIL
AT
GROUND ZERO.
WHAT HAPPENED ?
WHY ?
CAN A HUMAN HEART
HOLD SUCH HATE
AND EVIL ?
DOES HUMAN LIFE MEAN
SO LITTLE ?
WHAT HAVE WE DONE
FOR THESE
SICK FANATICS
TO HATE US SO ?
WAS IT MERELY THE SYMBOL
OF OUR BUILDINGS
NOW DESTROYED ?
AT
GROUND ZERO ?
PIECES OF ASH FLOAT
DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS
SILENTLY.
AND IN THE QUIET
WE LISTEN FOR
LIFE.
ANY SIGN OF LIFE.
CLINGING DESPERATELY
TO THE BRIEF HOPE
THIS IS DREAM.
A VERY HORRIBLE DREAM.
AND SOON
WE SHALL WAKE.
BUT.
IT IS NOT A DREAM.
I STARE INTO THE DISTANCE.
TERROR OF WHAT IS LOST.
TERROR OF WHAT REMAINS.
YET
HOPE.
AT GROUND ZERO .
WHO ARE THESE STRANGERS
PASSING BY ME ?
COVERED AND GREY
WITH SOOT AND ASH .
DAZEDLY STARING AT ME
WITH EMPTY AND FRIGHTENED EYES.
BEGGING FOR SOME
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
THAT IT IS NOT
THE END OF TIME.
AT GROUND ZERO.
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WOULD THEY LISTEN
ANYWAY
IF I TRIED TO ASSURE THEM ?
WOULD I EVEN DARE
TO TRY ?
HOW CAN I
RE ASSURE ANYONE
OF SOMETHING
I AM SO AFRAID OF
MYSELF ?
MAYBE I AM DEAD !
MAYBE THIS IS HELL !
MAYBE THERE IS JUST NOT
ANY NEED TO SPEAK.
THE SCENE THAT SURROUNDS ME
HAS IT'S OWN VOICE.
AT GROUND ZERO.
GROUND ZERO.
ZERO.
THE ENDLESS CIRCLE.
ZERO.
NO BEGINNING.
NO END.
ZERO.
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
INTO DEATH.
ZERO .
DEATH INTO LIFE.
ZERO.
IN SPACE AND TIME
OUR LIVES FIT
ALL COMPACT AND COMPLETE
INTO THE UNENDING ,
SINGULAR NUMBER
OF A ZERO.
GROUND ZERO.
WHERE LIFE AND DEATH MET.
LOOKED COLDLY AND DEEPLY
AT EACH OTHER
THEN
MERGED.
AS ONE.
YET NONE.
AT GROUND ZERO,
NEVER MORE.
NEVER ENDING
ZERO.
OVER A MONTH
HAS PASSED NOW.
AND I CONJURE
MEMORIES
OF
WHAT WAS
BEFORE
THE DAY
THE
ZERO
CAME.
VISIONS OF GLISTENING
SUNLIGHT
SHINING BRIGHTLY
OFF OF
THE TWIN TOWERS.
LIGHTING THE WAY,
LIKE A BEACON
FOR THE SAILOR
HEADING HOME
FROM THE SEA.
OR THE VISION
I BEHELD
ALWAYS FIRST
WHEN
BY AIR
I FLEW ABOVE THE CLOUDS
COMING HOME.
ALWAYS
THE SAFETY OF HOME.
FROM
WHERE I STARTED.
HOME.
THE CIRCLE.
THE UNENDING CIRCLE.
ZERO.
GROUND ZERO.
BEGINNING TO END
START TO FINISH
THEN AND NOW
MEMORIES
CAN NEVER BE DESTROYED.
THEY BELONG TO ME.
TO US.
GROUND ZERO
BELONGS TO US.
WITH BUILDINGS
WITHOUT BUILDINGS.
WITH LIVES LEFT.
WITH LIVES GONE.
IN GOOD AND IN BAD.
FROM BEGINNING TO END.
LIKE THE ENDLESS CIRCLE.
OF A ZERO.
OUR ZERO.
GROUND ZERO.
BY: PAM GALLO
LET US HELP YOU
REMEMBER !
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