I was.
Twenty four
Years ago
Before the twin pillars of my life went down
Oh God.
Not his son but mine
Looking out a Window on the World
Eating. Eating. Eight.
The reported how steel and aluminum collided with concrete reality but not
My flesh and blood
And how dead I was on arrival.
The twisted rebar that collapsed under its own weight
Has never found a home
(It's the backbone I carry. On.)
They went in the ground that day,
And so did I,
The smoke's still rising and through the haze he is
9.
11.
And all the ages I never got to see.