that september

urban vermin heard the sound
when the towers hit the ground
five years now are dead and gone,
with rebuilding still undone

someone said we'll celebrate
this tragically unhappy date
we don't need a holiday
to remind us when to pray

while our enemies still are cheering
we recall the time is nearing
when their blind and deaf will grope
through a landscape without hope

and their historians will remember
they began to die in that september