Darkest
Day Bluest Sky
Darkest
day bluest Sky
Darkness, death & debris
Silence when silence
Makes us tremble
Screams from everywhere
Tears, a curtain of terror
Now
he speaks
A brother
He was my brother
A hero
I kissed my kids
His he never will.
Providence
where
Were you? On
Whose side
Were you?
Best
Who was the best
The evil in plain
Delight or were
We the good?
To whom?
Whose voice
Shall we now heed?
In God we trust.
Don't they?
Blue
skies uptown
We were in technicolor
On the lawns next to
Knowledge in class
Painted smiles
On the grass under
The bluest sky.
Blue
for them?
Blue for us?
Through
the night
Sirens, nightmares
Clouded with smoke
The touch of a vanished hand
And the sound of a voice
That is still.
Now
gentle rain
Bathes the earth
Remains with us
Skies no longer blue
Colored like our thoughts
In the brotherhood of men
Firefighters, men in blue
No longer on parade
Furrowing for scraps of smoldering flesh.
Shall these dead ever reawaken?
We
are staring
At you Connie Chung
Impeccable in your suit
Hair best combed
Lips colored
Eyes mascared and you
CEO of Canter Fitzgerald
Crying, holding back,
Crying, saying no more
It's not money that counts
But a father's kiss
700 families bereft shall
We continue to make money?
Fix the kitchen, remodel
The bathrooms?
Shall we?
Then
we wake up
To rain, grey skies
A film noir but not
Uptown save in our hearts
And then we ask once more
Who
are these men?
Are they like us?
Whose faith allows them
To kill the lamb?
Whose God guides them?
When the Lisbon earthquake
Killed thousands Voltaire
Asked what kind of a God
Is it who can kill there
When sin and guilt are
Found in Versailles?
And he wrote in 1744
And I quote:
O
malheureux mortels! o terre deplorable!
O de tous les mortels assemblage effroyable!
D'inutiles douleurs eternal entretien! |
Figure
that one out
And tell me
What's it all about When you have dried your
tears.
--Serge
Gavronsky September 13, 2001
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